Sofia Norlin's debut, Broken Hill Blues, happens to be one of those coming-of-age films that blends documentary with narrative, a slow, meandering narrative that never really comes together in my opinion. It feels like Norlin wasn't exactly sure where she wanted to go with the film, caught between the coming-of-age tales of the handful of teenage characters or focusing on the state of the iron ore mining town in Northern Sweden, unable to decide she seems to force them together…
Just as ambitious (if not more) as his previous film Scalene but with much more DePalma instead of Hitchcock; actually Parker seems to be better at DePalma than DePalma is.
It some ways Proxy's the better film - writing, directing, interesting narrative structure - and in some ways it's not - acting, acting, pacing. The acting I'm referring to extends to essentially everyone involved but most notably Joe Swanberg...he tries, bless his heart.
One line of atrocious dialogue nearly killed it for me:
"What about a misogynist?"
Often times certain films hold a special place in my heart, as I am sure the same can be said of almost everyone else. My memory of The Royal Tenenbaums involves a group of friends driving one hour (both ways) to Baltimore to catch it at the Charles Theater. At the time, that was the only way to see Wes Anderson’s newest film, since growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, one did not have the opportunity to see…
I've been putting off seeing this one since, well you know, it's directed by Paul Greengrass (Not my cup of tea); it stars Tom Hanks in the lead role doing an accent (meh); plus, it's Hollywoodized account of the 2009 Somali pirate hijacking and I know how it all plays out (I'm not a big fan of Hollywood films).
I ended up eating crow.
This film was tense and wonderfully acted all around with the only real knock against becoming…