Many favorites, as well as a small handful of films that I don't care for... in no particular order (1960-2014).
Maps to the Stars
A Film By David Cronenberg
Led by the loathsome yet funny and touching child-star Benjie, we witness the convoluted world of shallow, selfish celebrities and their minions, all of whom are about to be manipulated and destroyed by the young woman who literally represents the fruit of their twisted machinations, Agatha, Benjie’s tormented, apparently psychotic sister.
If you ever saw David Lynch's Mulholland Dr. and wondered what it might have looked like with David Cronenberg at the helm, then this is the film for you.
This is a great film and one that only Cronenberg could have made.
This is easily Julianne Moore's best performance and the entire cast is terrific
Bruce Wagner's script is equally haunting and satirical.
Howard Shore's score is absolutely beautiful.
David Cronenberg is one of the best filmmakers around and this is one of his finest works to date.
• If you want something weird, shocking and unique, you can always count on David Cronenberg to deliver the goods
• Julianne Moore is the cream of the crop
• A movie called Bad Babysitter making $780M worldwide
• The most dysfunctional family story you'll ever see
• Atrocious dialogue at times
• Toilet "humor" was lame
• I'm all for the poetic and cryptic stuff, but the repetitive nature of it wasn't too engaging to watch
• It's basically "Cosmopolis: The Prequel" for Robert Pattinson's character
Insanity. Satire. Brilliance. Amazing. Pure Cronenberg.
I loved it.
los angeles seems like a nice place.
It took two viewings and a two hour discussion to get there, but I'm starting to come around on this movie. It's essentially the incestuous offspring of VIDEODROME and THE BROOD; all child abuse, crackpot therapists, and show business as a sexually transmitted disease. Some have complained that its Hollywood satire feels a little hackneyed -- and they're not wrong. Ultimately, though, that vague sense of staleness fits within MAPS TO THE STARS' suggestion that Hollywood is defined by its complete and utter lack of imagination. There are no new ideas here. The movie Benji is making is a sequel; the movie Havana wants to make is a new version of a film her mother made fifty years ago. In…
From being a millionaire, driven around in a limousine, to driving around millionaires in a limousine. What connection between his two latest features is David Cronenberg trying to communicate through Robert Pattinson, a.k.a. Sparkly Vampire? I do not have a ready answer, but perhaps it’s hidden somewhere in the mumbo-jumbo that constitutes Maps to the Stars; somewhere in-between the forgettable sluggish acting and the pessimisms stacked on pessimisms; somewhere in-between the Hollywood critiques that were fun for twenty minutes, but not for the length of an otherwise plotless movie; somewhere in-between the almost clumsy genre mix of drama, black comedy, ghost horror and psychological thriller. Come on David, you can do better.
excellent script and casting choices are marred by pacing. the tonal changes seem effortless, from a cautious portrayal of troubled minds with a history to a biting sarcasm on how we further ourselves in both hollywood and the culture which sustains it. julianne moore is excellent as always, making us sympathetic towards a character who seems at first irredeemable.
I find the shallowness of Hollywood and its insufferable, immoral inhabitants to be one of the most tiresome subjects in movies. Yes, when it's done right, it can be sublime, but when it's done wrong, it feels obvious and obnoxious. This one is done wrong, telling a story of awful, incestuous people of a kind you've seen before in earlier movies, and offering no new insights or fresh takes on the subject. Yes, we get it, these people are terrible. Frankly, you could get the same thing from watching a few episodes of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, and the experience would be about as much fun. And this being Cronenberg, maybe some of these guys could've started turning into bugs or something, but no, we don't even get that.
I think I interned for Julianne Moore's character once. Wait - am I Agatha?
This is the craziest and most daring Cronenberg's been since Crash. I like seeing him at his old shenanigans but not everything in Maps sticks the landing. Still, I'm a sucker for LA satire. Feels like a Bret Easton Ellis novel with an actual plot and real, interesting characters. This is what The Canyons should have been. Maybe less incest though.
As a huge, huge fan of David Cronenberg, no one is happier than me that he's still making movies and still assembling such excellent casts to star in them. Unfortunately, his films have just not done a whole lot for me recently. I mean, I liked EASTERN PROMISES and I liked COSMOPOLIS, and I would probably like A DANGEROUS METHOD if I watched it again (put me to sleep the first time), but I haven't outright loved any of his films since A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE, certainly not on any kind of level with VIDEODROME, THE FLY, DEAD RINGERS, eXistenZ, THE BROOD, and THE DEAD ZONE.
I was looking very much forward to MAPS TO THE STARS, given the outstanding…
I have no idea what to do with this movie, but I couldn't look away for a second.
After hearing many lackluster reviews I wasn't sure how great this would be. I was pleasantly surprised because I loved it! The story is very original and the performances are second to none. Julianne Moore was hilarious as diva Havanna and Mia Wasikowska was terrific and scary as Agatha. Definitely give this a try.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Hollywood is the perfect world for Cronenberg to delve into with his obsession of all things body horror. One can easily view the extremes by which so many celebrities go to retain their youth as the ultimate in body horror and is something that Cronenberg's son Brandon explored in his rather interesting debut Antiviral.
Maps to the Stars sets out to explore the manner in which Hollywood has the past decades replaced religion for so many, it has changed how we feel, behave and live our daily lives with so many stars being offered up as some ideal manifestation of man.
In Cronenberg's capable hands the idea of Hollywood as a dream factory is wonderfully explored, especially in the manner…
Ante casi todo lo que propone el guión de Wagner me descubro pensando un "Sí, lo pillo. ¿Qué más?".
E.g.: Sí, la estrella pre-adolescente se droga a porrón y es maleducado. Sí, el sereno psicólogo pop se revela como un pirado psicótico. Sí, las cargas de todo aquello heredado de nuestros padres. Sí, Hollywood es superficial y está podrido. Si se hubiera hecho con más gracia todo, no me haría esa pregunta. ¿Qué más, pues?
Pues un puñado de momentos grotescos (seré bueno e incluiré aquí la escena de la piscina con su CGI ridículo), simetrías y círculos temáticos majos (incendio, familia, etc.), Cronenberg indagando de nuevo en los monstruos interiores (con algún estallido cuasi-gore como guiño a sus raíces)... pero al final casi que le da igual a uno el asunto.
Originally a list made prior to Cannes 2014, now updated every mid-April.
This is every Palme d'Or nominee since the…
In my opinion, of course!
And only including films that I've seen.
Hardly in order after the top fifty.