“You're gonna do it because the picture has worth! And you have worth if you serve the picture.”
Most of the dialogue in this movie is like:
Malkovich: What a tangled web we weave, but I wonder which is the spider and which is the fly? Soon you will look upon my works and despair, as Shelley so eloquently put it.
Eastwood: Son of a bitch I’ll kill you
Which is to say a lot of this is pretty fun. The script is total hack work, there’s three separate times they have Malkovich call Clint, him trace the…
Lesser Scorsese, but if this were done by anyone else we’d never shut up about it. Marty makes watching pool dynamic, by the end you almost feel like you’re woozily stepping down from a rollercoaster. Perfectly cast, it is a torch passing movie but Cruise admirably let’s himself get bodied by Newman here. The charisma overmatch is intentional, doesn’t make it any less brutal. Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio very pretty, but luckily also happens to be great in the part. I prefer the first 2/3 to the back third, but a small complaint for a great time.
Pretty much exactly what you think it will be. If that’s something you like, then this is a good couple of hours. Kind of coming to terms with the fact that film language has passed me by. These movies are now so openly structural, like exposed rafters. Nothing escalates naturally anymore. The whole world shifts to hit the designated markers, and everything shown has an immediate and utilitarian purpose to it. There’s no moment to breathe, just gears churning with…
-One of my favorites. Simple but not shallow, sentimental yet self aware. Enjoy the authentically Catholic milieu, Hunt is really good at those small details that create real characters, and from that a real community. Notice how one of the old men only drinks milk while his friends drink beer. They never call attention to it, and in doing so give him a life beyond his utility to the plot. I know and love these people, most of them are…