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Hobbyist critic and filmgoer picking up where the modern day 420 character limit leaves off. Certainly haven't seen enough films to accurately describe myself as a cinephile, but I like to watch.

Penchant for horror and 80s TV movie trash running my life @ the moment.

If you're out there, thanks for reading. Comment away, even if it's to tell me my opinion is utterly ignorant.

Away we go.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

A Prophet / Un prophète (Jacques Audiard, 2009, France)

It's not that there's anything terrible about Jacques Audiard's mostly realist drama about a young Arab man's struggle to assert himself during his 6 years within the confines of a French prison. It's that there's not much that truly stands out as fresh or original about it, either. There's something generic about it. This is almost standard crime fare, from start to finish.

And, it's kind of a mess.

Whereas the film's pacing is certainly admirable (it wasn't too terrible sitting through its 2.5 hour run time), it's not exactly action packed. There are some tense moments, as when Malik carries out the execution of another prisoner (played by Hichem Yacoubi) to earn the protection of Corsican prison boss César Luciani.

The Guy Ritchie inspired transitions (each w/ a non-standardized textual stamp- a character name, a stretch of time, or simply a seemingly apropos turn of phrase- which doesn't necessarily have much to do w/the impending film sequences) seem like a cop out here, a replacement for more interesting or creative character introductions or plot elements with which writer/director Audiard and his cohorts could not be bothered.
The performances are pretty good, save for the terribly sentimental testicular demise of Ryad (Adel Bencherif), which is just silly.








The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013, Peter Jackson, USA)



I think there's something immediately off putting about the "soap opera effect" suffered by Jackson's 48fps 3D version of THE HOBBIT. The first installment is (aside from effects) an unappealing suck fest that never quite makes it beyond strange and occasionally wonderful pictures. At best, it seems like a mockery of itself.

I'm not gonna lie, though. I kinda loved :The Desolation of Smaug. Possibly the best installment in the director's adaptation of Tolkien's everything.



Jackson deftly mixes CGI and physical effects so you're occasionally uncertain which is which and everything ends up blending toward Henson-inspired magical territory, particularly after our party arrives at Lake-town. This effect is helped greatly by lavish exteriors and establishing shots that give way to stark, simplistic personal spaces.

There are certainly moments when the action goes on a bit longer than necessary, but Jackson often offers dazzling visuals in exchange for a little patience (See: The Amazing Revelation of Sauron). Evangeline Lilly performance is not terrible and gels w/ film and w/ other sometimes (c)amped up telenovela-style dramatics that the 48fps require. Fili is super cute, but too scarce. Also that bald one that looks like he might have some muscles on him. Walnut pillow is amazing. Thankfully Sméagol-Free.

Recommend.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Event Horizon (1997, Paul WS Anderson, USA)

I was only half certain you were crazy for loving this movie because I hadn't seen it since I was half my age, but this is just terrible. Amusing in that completely illogical, implausible, okay...entirely unbelievable Paul W.S. Anderson kind of way. Sam Neill is just terrible. Laurence Fishburne is just terrible. That one guy who I almost want to have sex w/ rounds out the cast. Ladies get crazy but half of them survive. Hellraiser + Prince of Darkness + someone's Event Horizon style backward time travel version of PS3's Dead Space. Hooray.

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Sunday, November 18, 2012

Lincoln (Spielberg, 2012)


At times cartoonish (Daniel Day-Lewis occasionally channels Ben Stiller as Lincoln)- although what Spielberg picture can, all together, avoid that trap- this lengthy tale of Lincoln's efforts to have approved the 13th Amendment is ultimately enchanting and affecting, especially viewed amid the backdrop of current States' Rights shenanigans, unfinished (occasionally Presidential) race business, and modern day homosexual civil rights drama. 

Lincoln (Spielberg, 2012)

Sally Field is a bit uneven, not quite mustering enough oomph to prove that her Mary is anywhere close to exhaustion or madness as she claims, but in a few scenes.  Tommy Lee Jones' greatest strength comes not from his obstreperous jabs at the pro-slavery Democrats, but his many stubborn silences.  And while there are definitely some unexpectedly grand performances, such as a somewhat portly James Spader's loosely described lobbyist W.N. Bilbo, the real shining star here is, in fact, Day-Lewis, whose Lincoln is mostly gentle and haunted and entrancing, albeit in a Spielbergian way which is slightly undermined by, among other things, what one is forced to agree (w/ The New Yorker's Anthony Lane) is a foolish coda. 

Not without its flaws, but a clean, quick and gripping two and a half hour snapshot.  Recommend.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Mother/Madeo (Bong Joon-ho, 2009, South Korea)

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There's something not quite right about Mother. The story of a working class Korean woman's devotion to her developmentally disabled son is a little uneven. The first half sort of falters, despite including some fairly action-oriented themes: hit and run, murder, blackmail, taking one's medicine.

Kim Hye-ja plays her cards close to her chest in the title role, belying her emotions with a sideways glance or a well placed frown, rather than ranting or wailing (although those certainly find a niche, here). Still there's something dissatisfying about this sedateness and, despite it providing a starker contrast to the emotionally involved second act, it puts a strain on the journey. Won Bin does well as the challenged son, Yoon Do-joon, whom you'd better not call a retard.
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A little too much comic relief, at times, puts a strangle hold on the suspense. But once the ball gets rolling, the latter half of the movie is pretty startling in its noirish intensity and there's something of a sad Lynchian quality to the way Bong allows the victimized schoolgirl to speak for herself, revealing the wariness surrounding her seemingly jaded existence.

The look of the thing, of course, is pretty exquisite. Bong certainly isn't lacking in his ability to seek out skilled cinematographers who'll assist him in fulfilling his cinematic vision. Claustrophobic spy shots (through holes, just around corners) mirror the mother's suspicions and serve as visual puzzle pieces. They yield, more than once, to gorgeous sweeping shots of Kim marching across the open landscape in search of the truth. If one woman, a speck through the rain, can find the truth caught in the loom of insurmountable peaks.
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The end, just unexpectedly lovely and full of liberation (owing quite a bit to the original score by Lee Byeong-woo) is a wonderful excuse to forget all those terrible truths. To finally go on in spite of the past, and to simply remember you're alive.

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Don't know that I really have a feel for my BloggerSelf. I'd like to talk about the movies, here, but not necessarily review. It feels like too much, right now. A little like work. It's going to take me awhile to find a balance between colloquial and the semi-journalistic style of the critics, which I like to emulate on occasion.

I've tried to do a couple more write ups, and ended up just saving them in no man's land, not quite proud of the way I'd handled things.

Back to the ol' drawing board.