I curled my upper lip so hard that it creased. I rolled my eyes so many times that I memorized the folds of my own frontal lobe. Not since Disney's butchering of Prince Caspian have I felt such vitriolic loathing for an adaptation. It was like seeing a classic car slowly encrusted with flame decals and bumper stickers.
Gone are all of Tolkien's character revelations. We've replaced them with a love triangle and wooden dialogue.
Gone is the scene of…
A week ago, I watched Sandra Bullock tumble haplessly in zero gravity. While her predicament was certainly a nightmare, it always seemed soothingly small compared to the sheer size of the universe. The viewer was tempted, like Dr. Stone, to sink into the warm bosom of blackness.
'Blue Jasmine' is precisely the opposite kind of scary: a claustrophobic character study. Cate Blanchett perfectly embodies the unraveling socialite, in a role not unlike Julianne Moore's in 'Magnolia'. She's a stained…
My man Roger Ebert [Edit: I guess it was actually Ebert's editor. Dang. Still good review though] said it best: "This isn't a movie, it's a thesis. "Funny Games" represents the laborious execution of an abstract notion. The concept is the movie, kind of like Andy Warhol's ''Empire'' (1964), an eight-hour stationary shot of the Empire State Building. You don't have to sit through the whole thing to get the point, unless you really want to."
My thoughts on Taxi Driver: “You talkin’ to me?”
Martin Scorsese’s Taxi Driver was released in 1976, after the end of the Vietnam War. This was a time when America was rethinking the posters on its cultural wall. The massacre at My Lai by American troops had been made public years earlier, in 1969. Many citizens felt disillusioned with the idea of America as the ubiquitous “good-guy”. Perhaps, Americans thought, the classic western hero wasn’t the cool, fast-shooting, noble character…