A watchable-but-not-entirely effective mix of musical drama that helps if you're a fan of jazz, and romantic squabbling between two pairs of musicians and their new lovers--Sidney Poitier's saxophonist and Paul Newman's trombonist who share a band that plays in Paris nightclubs, and go on a fateful double date with a pair of Americans (Joanne Woodward and Diahann Carroll) that leads to them having to choose between their hearts and their art, a case made more complex, in Poitier's instance,…
Sylvester as accidental hero in a cute little satire where he has the opportunity to transcend his goal in life of eating Tweety Bird, but just can't do it. The 'Bad Puddy Tat' really stings this time, and hearing Blanc's Rocky and Nick is a pleasure as always. How much is Tweety Bird worth, anyway?
It's sort of tricky to know what to say after this one--on the one hand, I'm pretty sure a lot of other people are articulating things better in their reviews, and on the other hand, I'm still recuperating from the experience of this one. That said, I feel like I should write something, so a few points:
+I was worried about seeing it in 3D, but the film's color palate is bright enough that it didn't feel like I lost…
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Some thoughts about Under the Skin:
1) It feels like the key scene is the baby on the beach. The more that I think about it in fact, the entire movie is babies on beaches.
2) There's a horrible sort of irony in the film's narrative, elliptical though it is--alien disguises self as Scarlett Johansson to seduce, trap, and destroy men through their sex drives, alien ends up trapped and destroyed, alone in the woods because all the men it…