Jim Carrey is not all there. Looking into his slightly glassy eyes is one hell of a journey into the mind of an odd soul.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Dialogue-free, visually stunning. What a strange, incredibly beautiful little movie. The colors are striking, the story is intense, the score is lovely.
I don't really know if the turtle turned from a turtle to a woman (and back again) or if it was a turtle the whole time.
The plot here is pretty interesting: a hitman commandeers a cab driver's car, using the driver for (wait for it...) collateral. But it's the dynamic between hitman Vincent (Cruise) and cabbie Max (Foxx) that is quite fascinating.
Though Cruise has control of the situation, and is cold-blooded, he finds a strange kinship, and even valor when it comes to his relationship with Max. He actually protects Max so far as it is not in opposition to his own goals. But…
The word "quirky" was practically invented for "Rushmore," a stylish, slight, and somewhat gimmicky film that is more style than substance, but ends with a sweet -- dare I say moving? -- finish.
On the surface, it's about a 15-year old eccentric, Max (Schwartzman), his millionaire friend (Murray), and the widowed teacher they both love. To be sure, it's an unconventional love triangle, but one that somehow work, since all three connect with one another despite their misgivings.