The Diving Bell and the Butterfly(dir. Julian Schnabel)
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
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Showing posts with label decent. Show all posts
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Oh The Tracey Fragments...
The Tracey Fragments(dir. Bruce MacDonald?)
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Oh Lars and the Real Girl...
Lars and the Real Girl(dir. Craig Gillespie)
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Oh The Black Dahlia...
The Black Dahlia(dir. Brian De Palma)
First Take:
Need to find it.
Second Take:
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
First Take:
Need to find it.
Second Take:
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Oh Something Wild...
Something Wild(dir. Johnathan Demme)
REVIEW PENDING...
Need to rewatch.
**1/2 out of ****
REVIEW PENDING...
Need to rewatch.
**1/2 out of ****
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Oh The Assassination of Jesse James...
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford(dir. Andrew Dominik)
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
Oh Margot at the Wedding...
Margot at the Wedding(dir. Noah Bambauch)
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
REVIEW PENDING...
**1/2 out of ****
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Oh Vantage Point...
Vantage Point(dir. Pete Travis)
OK. This is one of the most ridiculous movies I've ever seen. Dennis Quaid's character gets blown up, gets in multiple car accidents including one that involved a semi and a wall making a sandwich of car crash madness with him in the middle, and gets shot and yet, he was still able to walk perfectly fine after all this hurt. It also contains a variety of other equally ludicrous pleasures like a little girl that is so dumb that she stands in the middle of the road, waiting for an ambulance to plow through her before getting rescued and several over-the-top plot twists. The film slightly takes itself too seriously and I'm sure all the individuals involved thought the film would be "important" because of it's vaguely topical demeanor, but if it wasn't for this attitude, it wouldn't have been as perversely entertaining as it was. I have a feeling that this is going to be a future camp classic and this is the best film I've seen so far from this year. I slightly recommend.
**1/2 out of ****
OK. This is one of the most ridiculous movies I've ever seen. Dennis Quaid's character gets blown up, gets in multiple car accidents including one that involved a semi and a wall making a sandwich of car crash madness with him in the middle, and gets shot and yet, he was still able to walk perfectly fine after all this hurt. It also contains a variety of other equally ludicrous pleasures like a little girl that is so dumb that she stands in the middle of the road, waiting for an ambulance to plow through her before getting rescued and several over-the-top plot twists. The film slightly takes itself too seriously and I'm sure all the individuals involved thought the film would be "important" because of it's vaguely topical demeanor, but if it wasn't for this attitude, it wouldn't have been as perversely entertaining as it was. I have a feeling that this is going to be a future camp classic and this is the best film I've seen so far from this year. I slightly recommend.
**1/2 out of ****
Oh Planes, Trains & Automobiles...
Planes, Trains & Automobiles(dir. John Hughes)
I found this film amazingly unfunny outside of a ridiculous expression on John Candy's face in the first 15 minutes and the contrived nature of the narrative and jokes became suspect at times, I'm still going to slightly recommend it. Why? Because there's a scene of extreme poignancy where John Candy's character tries to defend himself after Steve Martin's character gave him an extended tongue lashing and the wounded inflection in his voice is just heartbreaking. A great scene in an otherwise forgettable comedy.
**1/2 out of ****
I found this film amazingly unfunny outside of a ridiculous expression on John Candy's face in the first 15 minutes and the contrived nature of the narrative and jokes became suspect at times, I'm still going to slightly recommend it. Why? Because there's a scene of extreme poignancy where John Candy's character tries to defend himself after Steve Martin's character gave him an extended tongue lashing and the wounded inflection in his voice is just heartbreaking. A great scene in an otherwise forgettable comedy.
**1/2 out of ****
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Oh Yeah...
Film/TV:
The Game Plan(dir. Andy Fickman)[rewatch]
I will continue to champion The Rock's performance until another rewatch convinces me that it's not one of the most entertaining performances of last year, but during this viewing, I actually started to become emotionally involved with this story more than I would have liked to the point that I almost started to cry at given moments. Nothing profoundly depressing really happens, but father-offspring relationships in film, when done well, often have a tendency of getting me emotional beyond belief. The last time I ever cried at a movie was Flags of Our Fathers because of some of the father-son relationship moments, but that was actually understandable. This, he just gets the kid taken away and predictably gets her back, but there's something about this film that I found profoundly touching and heartwarming about its view on familial relationships and how we should cherish these relationships more often. It's not exactly a new message, but the way The Rock and company handle it is most definitely heartfelt and that's all that really matters in my eyes. It does stumble with some of it's comedic moments because it's a fucking PG-rated Disney film with The Rock in it, but The Rock's ability to elicit laughs through what I assume is purposeful hammy delivery of some of his lines like the soon-to-be-legendary "#1 on the field and #1 in your heart" catchphrase his character constantly recites and his genius facial expressions makes it a performance worth cherishing and once, the film turns somewhat serious, his performance actually improves immensely. It's this adaptive element to his performance that makes it fascinating and what I deem more interesting than DDL's in There Will Be Blood. This movie definitely puts the heart at #1 and the mind at maybe #532, but in a way, I think it's some sort of family film masterpiece because of it. It's not considered a guilty pleasure by me any longer. I wholeheartedly recommend.
*** out of ****
Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Volume 2[TV]
When I was watching one of the new episodes recently, it donned on me: Aqua Teen Hunger Force is my favorite TV show. Sure, there are other shows that have vied for this position like Curb Your Enthusiasm, Seinfeld, and some other sitcoms, but this is the show that consistently amazes me with its bizarre artistry and happens to make me laugh more often than any of those others shows. It has had its ups and downs like any other show and this season had some lows like the surprisingly lame and tame Super Trivia and the obligatory obnoxious episode with MC Chris's MC Pee Pants character, but for 13 episodes, this season is the pinnacle of television comedy that opens and closes with a bang. With great episodes like Mail Order Bride, Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past from the Future, Super Squatter, Super Bowl, and the list goes on, it's hard not to regard this a masterpiece of television art and entertainment.
**** out of ****
The Hunting Party(dir. Richard Shepard)
A film so satisfied with itself that if it was able to suck it's own dick, it would very well do so and afterwards, start making fun of itself for doing so. The film's deconstructive elements don't come off as witty and clever like the filmmakers probably thought they would, but come off as a depressing form of preemptive defense to criticism. You could imagine one of the individuals involved in the production responding to criticism with, "Well, didn't you see the title cards that show that the film is aware that it's not honest and truthful?" In the film's realm of logic, a woman would pride herself for being gang raped for hours at a time to the point that she gives out this information as a display of authority over our central protagonists who are journalists portrayed as adrenaline junkies that find some sort of sick satisfaction out of being around death and war until one of the bitches they were banging turns up dead because of this bad dude's ethnic cleansing campaign. The proceedings are watchable to a degree, but you have to wonder what the fuck were the people making this thinking? The protagonists are as smug as the filmmakers so it's hard to really give a shit about any of them and probably the most infuriating aspect of the film is a title card at the end that puts quotations around searching in a sentence similar to "The U.S. are probably busy 'searching' for Osama bin Laden." I'm fine with people criticizing the U.S., but the image of the director patting himself on the back for being such an awesome rebel rouser is simply inescapable. Fuck you Richard Shepard and fuck your film.
*1/2 out of ****
Blue Velvet(dir. David Lynch)
Usually, I go out of my way not to look at the reviews on the Blockbuster Online site not because I might be influenced and steal someone's ideas for these reviews, but because they're usually so goddamn stupid that it simply astounds me that there's people out there that actually write those horrible reviews. A lot of the users on there wrote about how this film was too weird and I'm properly in the minority that thought it wasn't weird enough at least in relation to Lynch's current output. I just find it difficult to regard this film in a very positive light knowing that he made what I feel are much better films. This whole muckraking theme of digging up the dirty little secrets in suburbia is not an exactly profound one and Frank Booth is such a stereotypically evil dude that he even have lackeys that cackle a bunch. Most interesting aspect of this story is the character of Dorothy, but the film doesn't focus on her all that much at least in comparison to Jeffrey and Sandy that are so golly gee wholesome that they verge on parody. I still enjoyed the film and there's a technique that is employed near the end that makes it seem like we're not supposed to buy into the ending too much so maybe a rewatch would start to unveil something resembling a masterpiece. The ending, while maybe a little too pat, is mainly noteworthy for its final shot of Isabella Rosselini hugging her son and the music of Blue Velvet playing hinting that she will never be able to forget all the abuse that Frank has put her through. It starts to make you question the film as a whole and provides a lot of food for thought that was severely missing in the rest of the picture. I slightly recommend.
**1/2 out of ****
The Brave One(dir. Neil Jordan)
It wasn't as godawful as I was expecting and it remains ultimately watchable throughout, but it just feels so bland and most of all unnecessary that I simply can't recommend it. In a world with Ms .45, I have no idea why I would recommend this. A scene from the film even reminded me of a scene from another Abel Ferrara film, King of New York, with the two black hoods approaching and harassing Foster's character on a subway, but the result is predictable and dull, while the result in King of New York was slightly ridiculous yet totally awesome. This film also leaves really no interpretation for the viewer as it questions its protagonist's actions rather bluntly and a call-in radio session that provides all sorts of angles for this situation for the viewer in probably the most asinine way imaginable. Its not a painful watch or anything, but it's hard to imagine having a desire to watch it ever again or remembering it at all in the coming weeks. It was mediocre.
** out of ****
Music:
Drive-By Truckers - Brighter Than Creation's Dark
** out of ****
Against Me! - New Wave
**1/2 out of ****
Blonde Redhead - 23
**1/2 out of ****
The Game Plan(dir. Andy Fickman)[rewatch]
I will continue to champion The Rock's performance until another rewatch convinces me that it's not one of the most entertaining performances of last year, but during this viewing, I actually started to become emotionally involved with this story more than I would have liked to the point that I almost started to cry at given moments. Nothing profoundly depressing really happens, but father-offspring relationships in film, when done well, often have a tendency of getting me emotional beyond belief. The last time I ever cried at a movie was Flags of Our Fathers because of some of the father-son relationship moments, but that was actually understandable. This, he just gets the kid taken away and predictably gets her back, but there's something about this film that I found profoundly touching and heartwarming about its view on familial relationships and how we should cherish these relationships more often. It's not exactly a new message, but the way The Rock and company handle it is most definitely heartfelt and that's all that really matters in my eyes. It does stumble with some of it's comedic moments because it's a fucking PG-rated Disney film with The Rock in it, but The Rock's ability to elicit laughs through what I assume is purposeful hammy delivery of some of his lines like the soon-to-be-legendary "#1 on the field and #1 in your heart" catchphrase his character constantly recites and his genius facial expressions makes it a performance worth cherishing and once, the film turns somewhat serious, his performance actually improves immensely. It's this adaptive element to his performance that makes it fascinating and what I deem more interesting than DDL's in There Will Be Blood. This movie definitely puts the heart at #1 and the mind at maybe #532, but in a way, I think it's some sort of family film masterpiece because of it. It's not considered a guilty pleasure by me any longer. I wholeheartedly recommend.
*** out of ****
Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Volume 2[TV]
When I was watching one of the new episodes recently, it donned on me: Aqua Teen Hunger Force is my favorite TV show. Sure, there are other shows that have vied for this position like Curb Your Enthusiasm, Seinfeld, and some other sitcoms, but this is the show that consistently amazes me with its bizarre artistry and happens to make me laugh more often than any of those others shows. It has had its ups and downs like any other show and this season had some lows like the surprisingly lame and tame Super Trivia and the obligatory obnoxious episode with MC Chris's MC Pee Pants character, but for 13 episodes, this season is the pinnacle of television comedy that opens and closes with a bang. With great episodes like Mail Order Bride, Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past from the Future, Super Squatter, Super Bowl, and the list goes on, it's hard not to regard this a masterpiece of television art and entertainment.
**** out of ****
The Hunting Party(dir. Richard Shepard)
A film so satisfied with itself that if it was able to suck it's own dick, it would very well do so and afterwards, start making fun of itself for doing so. The film's deconstructive elements don't come off as witty and clever like the filmmakers probably thought they would, but come off as a depressing form of preemptive defense to criticism. You could imagine one of the individuals involved in the production responding to criticism with, "Well, didn't you see the title cards that show that the film is aware that it's not honest and truthful?" In the film's realm of logic, a woman would pride herself for being gang raped for hours at a time to the point that she gives out this information as a display of authority over our central protagonists who are journalists portrayed as adrenaline junkies that find some sort of sick satisfaction out of being around death and war until one of the bitches they were banging turns up dead because of this bad dude's ethnic cleansing campaign. The proceedings are watchable to a degree, but you have to wonder what the fuck were the people making this thinking? The protagonists are as smug as the filmmakers so it's hard to really give a shit about any of them and probably the most infuriating aspect of the film is a title card at the end that puts quotations around searching in a sentence similar to "The U.S. are probably busy 'searching' for Osama bin Laden." I'm fine with people criticizing the U.S., but the image of the director patting himself on the back for being such an awesome rebel rouser is simply inescapable. Fuck you Richard Shepard and fuck your film.
*1/2 out of ****
Blue Velvet(dir. David Lynch)
Usually, I go out of my way not to look at the reviews on the Blockbuster Online site not because I might be influenced and steal someone's ideas for these reviews, but because they're usually so goddamn stupid that it simply astounds me that there's people out there that actually write those horrible reviews. A lot of the users on there wrote about how this film was too weird and I'm properly in the minority that thought it wasn't weird enough at least in relation to Lynch's current output. I just find it difficult to regard this film in a very positive light knowing that he made what I feel are much better films. This whole muckraking theme of digging up the dirty little secrets in suburbia is not an exactly profound one and Frank Booth is such a stereotypically evil dude that he even have lackeys that cackle a bunch. Most interesting aspect of this story is the character of Dorothy, but the film doesn't focus on her all that much at least in comparison to Jeffrey and Sandy that are so golly gee wholesome that they verge on parody. I still enjoyed the film and there's a technique that is employed near the end that makes it seem like we're not supposed to buy into the ending too much so maybe a rewatch would start to unveil something resembling a masterpiece. The ending, while maybe a little too pat, is mainly noteworthy for its final shot of Isabella Rosselini hugging her son and the music of Blue Velvet playing hinting that she will never be able to forget all the abuse that Frank has put her through. It starts to make you question the film as a whole and provides a lot of food for thought that was severely missing in the rest of the picture. I slightly recommend.
**1/2 out of ****
The Brave One(dir. Neil Jordan)
It wasn't as godawful as I was expecting and it remains ultimately watchable throughout, but it just feels so bland and most of all unnecessary that I simply can't recommend it. In a world with Ms .45, I have no idea why I would recommend this. A scene from the film even reminded me of a scene from another Abel Ferrara film, King of New York, with the two black hoods approaching and harassing Foster's character on a subway, but the result is predictable and dull, while the result in King of New York was slightly ridiculous yet totally awesome. This film also leaves really no interpretation for the viewer as it questions its protagonist's actions rather bluntly and a call-in radio session that provides all sorts of angles for this situation for the viewer in probably the most asinine way imaginable. Its not a painful watch or anything, but it's hard to imagine having a desire to watch it ever again or remembering it at all in the coming weeks. It was mediocre.
** out of ****
Music:
Drive-By Truckers - Brighter Than Creation's Dark
** out of ****
Against Me! - New Wave
**1/2 out of ****
Blonde Redhead - 23
**1/2 out of ****
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Oh the Sun, England, and the Old West...
Sunshine(dir. Danny Boyle)
This film was a beautiful-looking yet empty experience. The film's narrative inched at a crawl through most of the running time and once the film ends, you realize that you didn't give a shit about what happened to any of these characters because of a serious lack of character development. Several of the actors were sketchy at best and once the characters started to get picked off one by one, you were kind of glad that you don't have to watch some of these actors try to act anymore. I'm probably the only person out there that thought the narrative's turn to slasher territory was for the better because of the immediacy it created that was severely lacking in the narrative up until that point. The special effects were incredible to look at, but the film as a whole was a disposable experience.
** out of ****
Control(dir. Anton Corbijn)
A by-the-numbers account of Ian Curtis's short life with Joy Division, his wife, and his mistress. The only things differentiating this from other music biopics is it's gorgeous black and white cinematography and it's pacing. The pace of the film is hypnotic at first as it took on the aimless rhythm of a young Curtis's life, but once everything is set up for his downward spiral, it became tedious. Samantha Morton gives an incredible performance as Curtis's wife who disappointingly ends up being relegated to the background for most of the running time. Sam Riley is fine as Curtis even if his performance is perhaps too elusive and acts more like a marker for Curtis instead of an embodiment of him. It's worth seeing, but if you're expecting to learn anything about Curtis and Joy Division, you're definitely going to be underwhelmed.
**1/2 out of ****
Unforgiven(dir. Clint Eastwood)
The film's anti-violence slant would have be fine if it didn't indulge itself with an act of vengeance with it's finale. It would be one thing if Eastwood directed this act as something that would alienate the audience say with it's grotesqueness, but it just comes off as a heroic act that undermines everything that the film has been preaching on about up to that point. Clint is fine in the role that he plays in pretty much every film he's in and Morgan Freeman doesn't really fit into this picture with his portrayal of the same character he always plays, Morgan Freeman. The character of The Kid was basically a screenwriter's construct to shoehorn this underlying message that violence is bad and his turn, while for the better, was totally expected. Gene Hackman's portrayal of the gruff sheriff was definitely the most entertaining and interesting part of the film and the long period of the running time that the film focused on his character was definitely the best portion of the film. It's anti-violence message would have been fine if the film didn't come off as so preachy and hypocritical and the fact that The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance handled similar themes in a much more elegant and subtle fashion 30 years before it tells you something. I definitely would not call this film a masterpiece of modern western cinema, but it's still a film to check out.
*** out of ****
This film was a beautiful-looking yet empty experience. The film's narrative inched at a crawl through most of the running time and once the film ends, you realize that you didn't give a shit about what happened to any of these characters because of a serious lack of character development. Several of the actors were sketchy at best and once the characters started to get picked off one by one, you were kind of glad that you don't have to watch some of these actors try to act anymore. I'm probably the only person out there that thought the narrative's turn to slasher territory was for the better because of the immediacy it created that was severely lacking in the narrative up until that point. The special effects were incredible to look at, but the film as a whole was a disposable experience.
** out of ****
Control(dir. Anton Corbijn)
A by-the-numbers account of Ian Curtis's short life with Joy Division, his wife, and his mistress. The only things differentiating this from other music biopics is it's gorgeous black and white cinematography and it's pacing. The pace of the film is hypnotic at first as it took on the aimless rhythm of a young Curtis's life, but once everything is set up for his downward spiral, it became tedious. Samantha Morton gives an incredible performance as Curtis's wife who disappointingly ends up being relegated to the background for most of the running time. Sam Riley is fine as Curtis even if his performance is perhaps too elusive and acts more like a marker for Curtis instead of an embodiment of him. It's worth seeing, but if you're expecting to learn anything about Curtis and Joy Division, you're definitely going to be underwhelmed.
**1/2 out of ****
Unforgiven(dir. Clint Eastwood)
The film's anti-violence slant would have be fine if it didn't indulge itself with an act of vengeance with it's finale. It would be one thing if Eastwood directed this act as something that would alienate the audience say with it's grotesqueness, but it just comes off as a heroic act that undermines everything that the film has been preaching on about up to that point. Clint is fine in the role that he plays in pretty much every film he's in and Morgan Freeman doesn't really fit into this picture with his portrayal of the same character he always plays, Morgan Freeman. The character of The Kid was basically a screenwriter's construct to shoehorn this underlying message that violence is bad and his turn, while for the better, was totally expected. Gene Hackman's portrayal of the gruff sheriff was definitely the most entertaining and interesting part of the film and the long period of the running time that the film focused on his character was definitely the best portion of the film. It's anti-violence message would have been fine if the film didn't come off as so preachy and hypocritical and the fact that The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance handled similar themes in a much more elegant and subtle fashion 30 years before it tells you something. I definitely would not call this film a masterpiece of modern western cinema, but it's still a film to check out.
*** out of ****
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Oh Riots...
Hot Rod(dir. Akiva Schaffer)
The film is basically a feature-length Andy Samberg digital short except funnier and with some semblance of an actual plot. Will Arnett is amazing as the typical asshole boyfriend of the girl of our protagonist's dreams. The whole stepfather-stepson relationship was quite heartwarming and poignant and the bit with everybody marching that eventually turned ugly was hilarious. Isla Fisher was not as revolting to watch this time around probably because The Lookout actually had "good" acting and this didn't. It could have been the lighting as well. It's not going to go down as a comedy classic or anything, but this movie definitely had its moments.
**1/2 out of ****
The film is basically a feature-length Andy Samberg digital short except funnier and with some semblance of an actual plot. Will Arnett is amazing as the typical asshole boyfriend of the girl of our protagonist's dreams. The whole stepfather-stepson relationship was quite heartwarming and poignant and the bit with everybody marching that eventually turned ugly was hilarious. Isla Fisher was not as revolting to watch this time around probably because The Lookout actually had "good" acting and this didn't. It could have been the lighting as well. It's not going to go down as a comedy classic or anything, but this movie definitely had its moments.
**1/2 out of ****
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Oh Sarah & Tom...
The Secret Life of Words(dir. Isabel Coixet)
For some reason, I just knew that Sarah Polley was bound to get naked in this even if it didn't make a whole lot of sense and was completely unnecessary. I think she is attractive so that's not the reason why I'm complaining. It just seems rather ridiculous that an actress of her talent has to get topless for really no reason. Yes, I understand why her character got topless, but there was easily another way to go about that. I mean the story takes place on a fucking oil rig and she's a nurse that tends to a patient played by Tim Robbins, who is both blind and has burn wounds, so if anyone was bound to get naked, it would have probably been him. The film seemed too self-satisfied for it's own good with it's plot that was fairly contrived and a little too dramatic, but the performances make this one go down as easily as it possibly could. While my little rant above probably makes me sound like I didn't like the movie much, I actually enjoyed it even if it does have some obvious flaws. The whole little girl voiceover stuff was a little odd and I don't entirely understand what they were trying to go with that and the film seems to pat itself on the back a little too much for exposing these atrocities in the Balkans with Julie Christie's monologues, but ultimately because of the performances, I have to recommend.
*** out of ****
Eyes Wide Shut(dir. Stanley Kubrick)
After watching There Will Be Blood with it's Kubrick-inspired shenanigans, I decided I wanted the real deal so I bumped this up in my queue. This film could have been titled Dr. Bill Harford's Misadventures in Trying to Get Laid. It basically plays out as a sexual fantasy that is never able to be fulfilled that eventually goes sour and then eventually concludes with the possibility of sex and essentially hope. Tom Cruise's character, Dr. Bill Harford, is much like Bogie's in The Big Sleep with women throwing themselves at him left and right, but unlike Bogart's character, he actually wants the sex yet there's always something that has to pop up to kill the mood. He's not attracted to all the women that throw themselves at him, however. There's one exception to the rule that happens to be the first broad he turns to when he needs some poontang to cope with his current situation and when her boyfriend picks up, he decides to go out and visit the local prostitute he ran into from the night before. She's not there, but her sexy roommate is there and she seems willing to go downtown with him and then she breaks the news to him that her roommate that she thinks he had sex with but didn't has received the results of her blood test that says she is HIV positive. Did I mention that this news followed the most erotically-charged scene in the movie that happened to expose zero skin whatsoever and that all of this is played for comedy? The difference between Kubrick and Paul Thomas Anderson is simply the fact that Kubrick knows how to handle the pitch-black comedy of his hero's exploits while still retaining a sense of sympathy for him despite essentially taunting him throughout the narrative while Anderson seems incapable of weaving elements of comedy and drama in a non-slipshod fashion. It's the difference between a master and a director still trying to master his craft. Kubrick is also smart enough to provide an ending that basically lets the audience in on the joke instead confound them by not allowing them to decipher whether he had his tongue firmly placed in cheek or not while filming it. I wouldn't call this film a masterpiece or anything, but it's still definitely one to watch. I highly recommend.
***1/2 out of ****
For some reason, I just knew that Sarah Polley was bound to get naked in this even if it didn't make a whole lot of sense and was completely unnecessary. I think she is attractive so that's not the reason why I'm complaining. It just seems rather ridiculous that an actress of her talent has to get topless for really no reason. Yes, I understand why her character got topless, but there was easily another way to go about that. I mean the story takes place on a fucking oil rig and she's a nurse that tends to a patient played by Tim Robbins, who is both blind and has burn wounds, so if anyone was bound to get naked, it would have probably been him. The film seemed too self-satisfied for it's own good with it's plot that was fairly contrived and a little too dramatic, but the performances make this one go down as easily as it possibly could. While my little rant above probably makes me sound like I didn't like the movie much, I actually enjoyed it even if it does have some obvious flaws. The whole little girl voiceover stuff was a little odd and I don't entirely understand what they were trying to go with that and the film seems to pat itself on the back a little too much for exposing these atrocities in the Balkans with Julie Christie's monologues, but ultimately because of the performances, I have to recommend.
*** out of ****
Eyes Wide Shut(dir. Stanley Kubrick)
After watching There Will Be Blood with it's Kubrick-inspired shenanigans, I decided I wanted the real deal so I bumped this up in my queue. This film could have been titled Dr. Bill Harford's Misadventures in Trying to Get Laid. It basically plays out as a sexual fantasy that is never able to be fulfilled that eventually goes sour and then eventually concludes with the possibility of sex and essentially hope. Tom Cruise's character, Dr. Bill Harford, is much like Bogie's in The Big Sleep with women throwing themselves at him left and right, but unlike Bogart's character, he actually wants the sex yet there's always something that has to pop up to kill the mood. He's not attracted to all the women that throw themselves at him, however. There's one exception to the rule that happens to be the first broad he turns to when he needs some poontang to cope with his current situation and when her boyfriend picks up, he decides to go out and visit the local prostitute he ran into from the night before. She's not there, but her sexy roommate is there and she seems willing to go downtown with him and then she breaks the news to him that her roommate that she thinks he had sex with but didn't has received the results of her blood test that says she is HIV positive. Did I mention that this news followed the most erotically-charged scene in the movie that happened to expose zero skin whatsoever and that all of this is played for comedy? The difference between Kubrick and Paul Thomas Anderson is simply the fact that Kubrick knows how to handle the pitch-black comedy of his hero's exploits while still retaining a sense of sympathy for him despite essentially taunting him throughout the narrative while Anderson seems incapable of weaving elements of comedy and drama in a non-slipshod fashion. It's the difference between a master and a director still trying to master his craft. Kubrick is also smart enough to provide an ending that basically lets the audience in on the joke instead confound them by not allowing them to decipher whether he had his tongue firmly placed in cheek or not while filming it. I wouldn't call this film a masterpiece or anything, but it's still definitely one to watch. I highly recommend.
***1/2 out of ****
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Oh John & Jack...
Rambo(dir. Sylvester Stallone)
The main problem this film has lies in it's viewpoint of it's violence. You aren't sure if it wants the audience to revile it or revel in it so it ends up really satisfying no one. For a film named Rambo, it surprisingly spends little time with him, which might be a blessing in disguise because all he really does is mope around(WAR HAS FUCKED ME UP) and kill some fools(BUT GOD I LOVE IT). All the goods bits are found in trailer and I recommend just watching that since it's pretty much a greatest hits for the film, but you will miss out the bloodbath of a finale where John basically takes out a whole fucking army, which sounds better than it really is. The film is just too humorless and serious to have fun with. It also never ends up being truly thrilling since the character development is minimal even for an action movie. Just rent a Johnnie To film or Live Free or Die Hard instead if you want some good modern action.
** out of ****
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest(dir. Gore Verbenski)
Too much Orlando Bloom and not enough Keira Knightley is the chief problem of this installment in the series. Orlando Bloom is perhaps the most boring "younger" actor working today so the fact of the film spends a good chunk of time following him is not exactly what one would call a good thing. The conclusion is about as cliffhanger-y as you can get and there's really no need to see this installment before delving into At World's End, a much better film that can stand on it's own mainly because of the hefty amount of time it spends with Knightley and the plot being pretty much a confusing mess anyways. This is still a mildly fun film to watch, however.
**1/2 out of ****
The main problem this film has lies in it's viewpoint of it's violence. You aren't sure if it wants the audience to revile it or revel in it so it ends up really satisfying no one. For a film named Rambo, it surprisingly spends little time with him, which might be a blessing in disguise because all he really does is mope around(WAR HAS FUCKED ME UP) and kill some fools(BUT GOD I LOVE IT). All the goods bits are found in trailer and I recommend just watching that since it's pretty much a greatest hits for the film, but you will miss out the bloodbath of a finale where John basically takes out a whole fucking army, which sounds better than it really is. The film is just too humorless and serious to have fun with. It also never ends up being truly thrilling since the character development is minimal even for an action movie. Just rent a Johnnie To film or Live Free or Die Hard instead if you want some good modern action.
** out of ****
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest(dir. Gore Verbenski)
Too much Orlando Bloom and not enough Keira Knightley is the chief problem of this installment in the series. Orlando Bloom is perhaps the most boring "younger" actor working today so the fact of the film spends a good chunk of time following him is not exactly what one would call a good thing. The conclusion is about as cliffhanger-y as you can get and there's really no need to see this installment before delving into At World's End, a much better film that can stand on it's own mainly because of the hefty amount of time it spends with Knightley and the plot being pretty much a confusing mess anyways. This is still a mildly fun film to watch, however.
**1/2 out of ****
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