This is difficult. It's been a few weeks since I saw this at the cinema and I'm actually struggling to remember anything that stands out about it. I don't have the best memory in the world as it is, but aside from Gentleman Bane and that Batman has been gone for 8 years, the rest of it is some kind of mish mash blur of set pieces and incoherent flitting about.
I enjoyed it, but it lacks any kind of…
I'd somehow gone 31 years without watching this so it was a real pleasure to see it at the cinema this evening, a masterpiece in every respect.
I haven't seen a Leone film for years (I saw the Dollars Trilogy in my teens) and what really struck me was the phenomenal sound design; so many of the best scenes are punctuated by ambient and background noises rather than Morricone's (admittedly fantastic) score.
A joy to watch, there were so many times I had a wide grin on my face - one of those rare films where everything just feels right.
After seven years and three films, Nolan’s Batman journey is over. The question is, is The Dark Knight Rises the send off the trilogy deserves? Sadly the answer to that question is a crushing no. Having re-watched both previous films this week I can say without a shadow of a doubt that this is the weakest film of the trilogy, and to make things worse, it isn’t even a good film, period.
In many ways the film’s problems existed throughout…
I tend to prefer my sci-fi small in scale but big in ideas. It was for this reason, and the positive critical reception, that I was hoping for good things from Another Earth but in the end I was left a little disappointed. Brit Marling has been proclaimed as a talent to watch and maybe this is the case (her next film, Sound of My Voice, certainly looks intriguing) but I’m slightly unconvinced on the basis of this film.
Your film is shit.
It started ominously with a woeful analogy comparing a minted coin and a US soldier all narrated by Mr Monotone, Channing Tatum. His range as an actor is quite staggering and he manages to convey love, anger, sadness etc. without ever changing the expression on his face. I'd love to see an Inside the Actor's Studio episode with him just to see how James Lipton tries to sycophantically make him appear…
We’re all quick to proclaim a film as the worst ever. In the heat of the moment it is easy to be blinded by the sheer ineptitude of some films, losing all rational faculties as you wish painful deaths on those responsible for crimes against cinema. Normally, when the dust has settled and the red mist has subsided, you begin to remember all those other abhorrent cinematic cancers that you have endured over the years. But, every now and again,…
It is as if Gus Van Sant has made this film for the sole purpose to piss me off. It is the only logical explanation for how a film has so perfectly captured my cinematic pet hates in one unremittingly awful movie.
Checklist of things to hate about Restless:
* Characters defined merely by their quirks
* Obnoxious teenage angst
* Triteness masquerading as depth
* Forced tone
* Stupid hats and quirky clothes
* Every single character needs a…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
**NOTE: This is less a review and more a rough analysis of the film so please do not read if you have yet to see the film.**
I think this will be Kaufman's Eyes Wide Shut in that it won't get the recognition it truly deserves for at least ten years. Synecdoche, New York is pure cinema. No other medium could possibly attempt to tell this story. It would be largely incomprehensible as a novel and too bogged down in…
I chanced upon a preview screening of this tonight and really enjoyed it (despite the first 10 minutes being shown in the wrong ratio by the dunderheads at Staples Corner). It's one of the most successful big Hollywood films I've seen for a long time (probably Fast Five was the last of a similar calibre) and it's refreshing to see something that's not painfully stupid or dumbed down, although the satire isn't the sharpest it's very much a film of…
Put it this way - within the first two minutes, the schizophrenic titular character has stabbed a pig repeatedly, been thrown down a staircase in a suitcase (at his own request), and voluntarily sliced his own ear off. It may have been a bit of a bumpy ride to the admittedly great finale, but you certainly can't accuse this film of not following through on its title.
I tell myself that I watch bad films so I can appreciate the good ones when they come along. Every once in a while a truly painful movie such as this will test my faith in this theory. Nobody deserves to endure a film like this to appreciate the best that cinema has to offer. Just check this out for a synopsis: Following the death of his father, arrogant Connor (Kellan Lutz) goes off the rails. Can a regimented lacrosse…