Stacy Keach is on fire in this one, deliviering great one-liners with dead pan precision. Sometimes to himself, to his dingo-like dog or to hitch-hikers.
Road Games is basically a better director away from being a classic, but Richard Franklin actually manages to take away the tension in some scenes, bafflingly. Vincent Morton's cinematography is a delight, and legendary Brian May's taking care of the soundtrack, so everything is in place here. Why is it then so forgotten? Ask Franklin.…
On the face of it, this looked like a perfectly decent film with a cast of aussie b-listers in most of the major parts.
Unfortunately you can quite easily guess what's going to happen every step of the way here, while Jonathan LaPaglia stumbles his way through the proceedings not sure if he's in Perth or Hollywood.
Watched because I had a Saturday off alcohol....unfortunately I think this knocked off more brain cells than booze.
Worst movie of 2014 so far, out of what I've seen of course.
Takes generic to a new low, and seems to forget what happened 5 minutes earlier, making the entire mess iredeemibly incoherent.
Haley Bennett is decent scream queen/final girl material, at least, but what good does that do here.....
Jump scares is already a pretty cheap device, but Random tries to spin all situations into possible scares, even when no bad guys is around (one scene with James…
Uberto Pasolini (no relation, but actually Visconti's nephew) made the ingenious choice of propelling Eddie Marsan to leading man in this wonderful film that has its indie sensibilities materializing through a serenade using all of your heart strings.
A quiet, simple, respectful man has the perfect job for his personality; he offers those of us whome are unfortunate enough to leave this life with no one looking after or over us as dignified a final passage as is possible.
So what you're saying is that you didn't have any artistic control over Cowboys vs Aliens, Mr Favreau? Bet you enjoyed the paycheck, at least.
Apart from the not so sly dig (aka screaming at the top of your lungs) at reviewers not paying any mind to the feelings of this poor little, rich white "kid", the rest of the writing more or less revolves around the feel good story of a burned out chef and dead beat dad getting…
Now, I'm pretty new to musicals, at least musicals where no one stops singing for a single second. Every line in Jacques Demy's Les parapluies de Cherbourg is in tune, and for me that took some getting used to. It was right around the time Ne me quittes pas comes to the fore, that my mood changed from bemusement to fondness. Its melody accompanies the opening credits, but it wasn't until Catherine Deneuve starting singing the lyrics that the true…
Shame on me, perhaps, but as an annual "follower" of the English deadline day I was never gonna not at least partly enjoy this American equivalent.
Costner is pretty good in the lead as well, but Ivan Reitman does his utmost to ruin the experience with an awful subplot considering Costner's character, throwing every cliche he can think of at him; recently departed dad and his looming legacy (not too mention his ashes), a demanding mother that also spends an…
If I had an adman inside me, I'd kill him with fire, but had the brief moment he'd existed been right after I'd watched this film he might've come up with something along the lines of "(500) Days of Eurasian Summer" (you see why he has to die badly, right?).
Adventure is a nice little tale of the night time odyssey our hero is brought out on by this mysterious woman he sees every night standing under a street light…
What's up with that poster? The Hit features a Terrence Stamp who has never looked better, and they go with the Spanish girl and Hurt? Not that Hurt is the wrong way to go, I guess, but the Criterion cover is 100 times better.
On to the film, The Hit is a slow burning road trip, sort of, where Terrence Stamp gets caught up by his past as "a grass", after being effectively 10 years on the run. John Hurt…
The title must surely reference what happens when audiences fall in love with it, because the feelings of our two protagonists definitely take more time to evolve.
Anyway, this was a magnificent film, that unfortunately stops just short of being a masterpiece when Colbert and Grant no longer are on the road and Capra tries to wrap it up in a satisfying manner, only partly succeeding.
I had only seen Gable in an early pre-code and in Misfits so this…
Surely Kurt Russell will feature in nr4, right?
Too much dialogue here, and way to little of the Stath and Terry Crews. The choice to add the youngsters must surely be a studio decision as it is an awful one and detracts from the series' purpose of making us all feel nostalgic about an era where killing baddies was fun and almost harmless. Some of the action set-pieces are decent, but still.................Kellan Lutz?
Mel Gibson and Harrison Ford (you can never tell with Ford, as he's incapable of smiling, though) seem to enjoy their time, at least, I guess that's something.
They All Laughed was New Hollywood's last hurrah, but at least they went out with a bang. A bang no one heard, it seems, but as I've now seen, it did actually happen.
Peter Bogdanovich is someone I'm starting to familiarize myself with, and two films (Targets) in it's looking a lot like love.
They All Laughed is a bit hard to define, not to mention review. There's a certain element of screwball shenanigans including Ritter's slapstick, there's some caper…