No insane heel and their little friend cages birdy under contract.
Gilda feels like a flipped revisionist noir, with the misogynist gold-digging fatale slandered as bad news from the outset in an awkward bros before hos triangle, but it's all just a harmless theater needling the wanton wench archetype, written with the monstrous zeal of a bitterest ex and gambling addict who wants to call her shots once more and muzzle the nightingale's wayward affections. It is hard being a…
Surprised by how much I enjoyed this. I think Anthony Hayes pared this setup down nicely into an ancient fable all its own, older than civilisation, textured to the bone, and coming after Ten Empty he consolidates himself as a dependable director stewed in his material which are sent out into the world like maggoty pounds of flesh with no lies left to tell.
It is ambiguously Australia, but another one of those near-future ones ala Mad Max (the first)…
Variety can be a good thing, and this ain’t got a shred of it. Dude clearly has a misdirection formula and inflexible arrogant persona, apparent within a few gags, and it’s just that same corny joke with the same rhythmic delivery. Too predictable (ironically) and monotonous. He has some skills in there, but doesn’t really convince as a genuine full-set stand-up, not his format for mine. Hear one joke, you’ve heard them all. Not for me.
I think you need to tell this story from the wife's perspective for it to really work. It is a first person telling that we kinda got in Raymond Carver and the Paul Kelly song, with all the poetry and between the lines as well, but launching this on to the screen with a more ensemble nature just has a way of killing off the tale's integrity. It makes it easier to sympathise with the fishermen, and to cringe at…
Match Point is everything I was hoping, and more. Woody serves up arguably his most delightfully rich genre reinvention, kind of like a reimagining of A Place in the Sun with a dash of Crime & Punishment.
Match Point is a curious cross-reference of influences. It has the bedrock of a Woody Allen film. The emotional energy and relationship betrayal of a Hitchcockian dark thriller. And a sliver of Barry Lyndon Irish rogue penetration of high society to it. Most of…
If you watch this film without a stupid foolish-looking knowing grin plastered on your face, there is something wrong with you. The match up of script, acting and direction here is sublime, creating an unbelievable sense of truth. John Singleton really hits this one out of the park.
This film also has one of Fishburne's very best roles.
You can just feel its palpable influence over urban music to come. It's all here, all the truth and all the myth.…
