Still Alice is the cinematic equivalent of a softball, an inoffensive, competently made film with no interest in narrative or style, starring a great actress as a beautiful person felled by a tragic disease. Does it matter that the work is far from her best or that the film spends no time showing you who her character is or why she's so beloved? No, it's enough that it's about early onset Alzheimer's and has her giving a big speech about…
Who could have expected the sequel to a prequel to be so stirring and soulful? After the generic, Heston-quoting bullshit of Rise of the Planet of the Apes, I was ready to write off this new franchise attempt. Leave it to my boy Matt Reeves, director of underrated genre pics Cloverfield (the rare great found footage movie) and Let Me In (the rare great foreign film remake), to offer a course-correct.
Andy Serkis, the previous film’s saving grace, is back…
I've written ten screenplays and several short films. The most widely read script of mine has been read by about half-a-dozen people, but I still consider myself a writer first and foremost. As you're writing, your work is solely yours. Once you've finished, it remains yours. But as soon as you release it into the world, as soon as you share it with one friend or colleague, that changes. It doesn't belong to you anymore. Sure, if your work is…
A lot of people seem to be backing away from Donnie Darko nowadays, distancing themselves from it like it's a particularly painful memory, an unwelcome flashback to their high school days. Well, maybe so. But don't blame that on the movie. I'm not going to give it credit for profundity that it doesn't have, except that it kind of does. A mysterious puzzle of a film, but pleasingly straightforward about its oddness. Gyllenhaal, Barrymore, and Swayze doing the best work of their careers.