No central character.
No defined purpose for side characters.
No three acts.
No internal references.
No political polemical voice.
One of the best films ever made.
Anyone who tries to tell me that the remake is anywhere near as bad as this can just fuck themselves into eternity. There may be a couple decent things happening as far as shot composition goes, but other than that it's nearly unwatchably boring, and when it isn't boring, it's giving you things like SuperFreddy, the worst thing in the entire series (yes, including the Power Glove).
The only thing I like about this movie is the Kool Moe Dee song at the end, hilariously out of place.
Part of Hoop-Tober
“Every kid in Haddonfield thinks this place is haunted.” “They may be right.”
I hate root beer floats. I know everyone else seems to delight in them as delicious sweet treat, but for me, even the smell of root beer is nauseating, like some ill conceived cleaning solution gone to seed. It is singularly gross.
I also do not much like whiskey. I like plenty of other liquors—gin, tequila, vodka—and I know whiskey is a thing that…
Perhaps this movie should have been called "Play it Again, Woody", as I feel like I have seen this movie and met these characters before.
Woody Allen is like an old friend that you don't tend to see often because he is so off-the-wall neurotic and it kind of does your head in, but he's so adorable, warmhearted and incredibly funny that you're glad that you take the time to hang out with him...
This certainly isn't Allen's best work but it is fun, quite sweet and perhaps a little sad.
I recently watched a mini-doc on David Fincher's film techniques. One of the scenes that's mentioned is the famous "box" scene. When he filmed Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman, he used a handheld camera as "shakycam" to represent the two losing control of the situation. When he filmed Kevin Spacey, he used a tripod so it would be shot in place to represent him having all the power.
I had never noticed this before, that genius bastard.
Got into an argument with a couple of 16 year old students of mine about how most of them have the attention span of fruit flies with ADHD and that most modern media seems to cater to their sugar rush needs causing them to lose appreciation for the power of simplicity.
I showed them the opening scene of Halloween.
That shut them up.