“The Frisco Kid” is not a gre…

February 8th, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog


“The Frisco Kid” is not a great film; it’s not even a very good integument by the best filmmaking standards; but it’s such a sweet and placid film, it’s unsentimental not to like.

Gene Wilder and Harrison Ford leading man in this 1979 buddy-comedy Western, directed by Robert Aldrich (”Kiss Me Implacable,” “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?,” “The Flight of the Phoenix,” “The Dirty Dozen,” “The Longest Yard”). The take moseys along at a leisurely pace, and the overseer has a little difficulty finding the right comedic dampen between dry, nebulous farce and clear slapstick; anyway it manages to find a fleecy spot in the heart for every scene, so maybe “heartwarming” is what Aldrich had in mind, in which case he couldn’t have done advantage.

The movie also maintains a clear moral conviction, the main character being a Jewish rabbi who refuses below the most grueling circumstances to quit his creed. So while “The Frisco Kid” is humorous and pathetic, it is uplifting as well. As I claim, it’s hard not to like.

Wilder plays a rabbi, Avram Belinski, newly advanced from rabbinical coterie in Poland, 1850, whose chief rabbi assigns him a new congregation in San Francisco. There, a unrivalled colleague of the congregation promises Avram one of his daughters as a strife. But getting there is the problem, which occupies most of the movie’s two-hour running but.

Arriving in Philadelphia, Avram finds that the ship around the Horn to California has already sailed, and there won’t be another one for two months. He decides to make the trek overland by covered wagon, instead, and event his odyssey begins. Even so, the perpetually scenery is during the California gold rush when everybody and his Uncle Josh are heading respecting the gold boonies, so there are outlaws, highwaymen, and con artists everywhere. It doesn’t doff lengthy forward of the candid and unobjectionable Avram is robbed of scarcely the whole he has. Thankfully, he manages to falter on to his blessed Torah, the saintly book he forced to bring with him to his new congregation.

Unique and hungry, he finds refuge with a settlement of Amish folk in the first of a series of endearing gestures for the write down-upon rabbi, especially as poor Avram initially mistakes the Christian Amish as Jewish. They comfort him, give him food and cold hard cash, and usurp him on his way.

It’s on a following going West that we before all fitting Tommy, played by Harrison Ford. He’s a bank rip-off artist who holds up trains as a sideline, and he merely happens to hold up up the one Avram is on. Only Avram doesn’t see the skirmish because he’s in the men’s lodge at the time. Oddly, we then leave Tommy in the service of the next fifteen minutes or so, and he doesn’t in reality present up again as a major individual until almost the halfway point in the film.

When Avram and Tommy finally do meet up, Avram is, as usual, in desperate straits, alone and starving in the middle of nowhere. “Chicken, chicken, be broached here,” calls Avram to a prairie hen he’s chasing through the brush. “I don’t want to hurt you; I just in need of to sup you; I unprejudiced want to make you kosher.” Tommy stumbles upon him, takes pity on him, and helps him to win food and direction. Then, in regard to reasons unclear, Tommy decides to van for San Francisco with Avram. The film offers no explanation at the time, but later Tommy wonders if he wasn’t sent by Genius to help the rabbi, a courteous of guardian angel. Certainly, he helps Avram out of any compute of scraps along the way.

Like most buddy movies, this song relies on opposites attracting. Avram is the subdue, mild-mannered cover shackles of mild; Tommy is the deep, gunslinging outlaw. But both of them are bighearted, so the combination makes for a kinder, gentler undistinguished of buddy moving picture. In an early part of the movie, Tommy teaches Avram how to agree in English, the till doomsday-trusting Avram not quite contract the exact drift of the words. “Sheee-it!”

“Where you born at?” asks Tommy. “Poland,” replies Avram. “Oh, that near Pittsburgh?” “No, that’s miserly Czechoslovakia.” It’s a dainty mistiness.


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February 6th, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog


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Watching Tom Cruise fleeing giant mechanized alien tripods for most of “War of the Worlds” is liable to confuse some viewers. Ethan Hunt wouldn’t run to his ex-wife so she can save the day; John Anderton would have slipped on his jetpack and gone to battle; and Maverick certainly wouldn’t be hauling ass in a hijacked mini-van. The film’s biggest problem is the decision to have it both ways. The filmmakers want the Everyman Tom, who flees the invasion, and the Action Hero Tom, who can dodge alien heat rays and exploding buildings when everyone else gets fried around him. It’s very much a case of wanting your cake and eating it, too.

Such is the Steven Spielberg mega budgeted “War of the Worlds”, a film that wants to be gritty and dark, but is nevertheless encumbered by the need to be trendy and “cool”. The movie follows the same narrative thrust as the smaller budgeted (as in, about $200 million dollars smaller, give or take)

“H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds”

. That is, aliens arrive, tripods are revealed, the extermination of the human species commences, humans run, keep running, and run some more. At its core, Spielberg’s version follows the family of dockworker Ray Ferrier (Cruise) and his rebellious teen son Robbie (Justin Chatwin) and precocious 10-year old daughter Rachel (Dakota Fanning, “Man on Fire”).


It’s quickly established that our main man Ray is something of a deadbeat dad. His children have been living with his ex-wife (Miranda Otto,

“Flight of the Phoenix”

) and her perfect new husband. Ray is a stranger to the kids, and they to him. When the aliens (apparently not Martians) land, using lightning as camouflage to burrow deep into the Earth where they mount their tripod war machines which, we learn, have been buried down there since around the dawn of man, the fit royally hits the shan, and Ray and the kids begin their run for survival along with the entire human population.

Stripped of the special effects and world-destroying alien machines, “War of the Worlds” is a simple story of a family of refugees running for their lives. Even as people get disintegrated into puffs of white cloud by the tripods’ rays (which are white, not green), the story’s focus remains firmly on the survival of Ray and his offspring. Though undoubtedly blessed with top-notch special effects and a director that has been making big-budget spectaculars like this for the last 30 years, “War of the Worlds” has the makings of a great adventure.


Unfortunately, the result is muted and confusing, and we haven’t even gotten to the film’s problematic plot yet. When the explosions stop and the tripods disappear into the horizon, questions arise. Without revealing the film’s ending for those who haven’t read the book, or seen other versions of the movie, the film’s unsatisfactory conclusion provides the film’s greatest plot hole, which is: If the invaders have hidden their war machines underneath the Earth for thousands of years waiting for this one moment, and are capable of building such fine war vehicles as the hulking, seemingly indestructible (they are equipped with shields, too) tripods, surely they are also advance enough to be able to study the Earth’s atmosphere for hidden dangers?

There are three standout sequences in “War of the Worlds”. The first is the introduction and reveal of the first tripod, which is one of those iconic images Spielberg does so well. The second is watching Ray attempt to drive through a crowd in their mini-van, only to be stopped and assaulted by desperate refugees. The third is also the film’s Third Act, and takes place in the basement of a mentally unbalanced survivalist played by Tim Robbins. Although Robbins’ character initially saves our heroes from the battlefield, he proves to be even more dangerous than the alien machines. The scene where Ray makes a fateful decision to deal, once and for all, with the out-of-control Robbins is so perfect, you wish Spielberg had chosen to do a braver, grittier film.

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If spectacular set pieces are what you’re after, the film delivers. To his credit, Spielberg and Janusz Kaminski beautifully paint the chaotic landscape with giant stalking tripods zapping and grabbing up victims as they go. There are a number of scenes that just features the tripods at work, and they’re all breathtaking. These massive things, that look like a visionary from the 1950s invented them, are wondrous to behold. Unfortunately after a while, even the tripods lose their impact. We get a look at the aliens that pilots the tripods at one point, although it might have been a better idea never to show them, because once they’re revealed, all mystery about them disappears.

“War of the Worlds” entertains, which is why it works as a Summer Event film. Will you remember it 10 years from now as being one of Spielberg’s best? Probably not, although the images of the first tripod emerging out of the street will be a classic for years to come. And although his turn as an Everyman isn’t entirely successful, Cruise is physical enough to sell his many dashes from certain death. The soulful Dakota Fanning doesn’t quite make a convincing 10-year old child, mostly because one look into the girl’s eyes and you know she has no clue how to act like a real 10-year old. As a result, Fanning spends most of her screentime either crying or screaming or both at the same time. The most convincing character is Justin Chatwin’s rebellious Robbie, who switches from scared to angry to righteous without missing a beat. This kid has an amazing career ahead of him.


Ultimately, one can’t help but feel as if “War of the Worlds” misses an opportunity to be more than what it is. If Tom Cruise is going to be able to dodge disintegration rays that vaporizes everyone around him, or defeat tripods with a couple of accidental grenades, it seems a foolhardy choice to write Ray Ferrier as being your next door neighbor. My neighbor can’t bring down an alien war machine, and he can’t race down a city block as everything is obliterated around him. Perhaps Spielberg should have done the smart (and courageous) thing and cast an unknown for Ray Ferrier, since at this point in his career, I don’t think you could blackmail Tom Cruise into playing anything other than an Action Hero. It’s not his fault; he just does it so well.

Steven Spielberg (director) / H.G. Wells (novel), Josh Friedman, David Koepp (screenplay)

CAST: Tom Cruise …. Ray Ferrier

Justin Chatwin …. Robbie Ferrier

Dakota Fanning …. Rachel Ferrier

Tim Robbins …. Ogilvy

Miranda Otto …. Mary Ann Ferrier

American Virgin (2000)

February 4th, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog

FILM MAGAZINE

So Crude Even Daddy the Porn King Disapproves

By STEPHEN HOLDEN

H
ere's a conundrum: How can a
cinema effectively burlesque the rear end-feeding world of talk portray television without stooping to its upfront of
prurience and being as rude and
boisterous as a roaring, profanity-spattered Donnybrook on "The Jerry
Springer Show"? The counter-statement, of
routine, is that it can't. But that's not
necessarily a upset thing as long as the
movie wears its nose-thumbing stance on its sleeve.

During much of "Live Virgin," the
farcical tale of a Los Angeles pornography kingpin who goes on the warpath after his rebellious daughter
arranges to be deflowered (for
$200,000) on her 18th birthday on
pay-per-view television, the movie's
blunt sexual humor succeeds in staying one outrageous step ahead of Mr.
Springer. Only at the end, when the
movie retracts its bloody claws and
opts for a halfheartedly sentimental
conclusion, does "Live Virgin" lose
its considerable nerve.

Until that moment, "Live Virgin,"
which opens today at the AMC Empire 25, should tickle the revenge
fantasies of anyone who has chortled
in disgust at the hypocrisy of a format that peddles freak show voyeurism in the guise of truth and emotional healing. The movie's ruthless porn
merchants and talk show personnel,
who suddenly turn pious when what
they do for a living comes too close to
home, are skewered with a mockery
as funny as it is scalding.

"Live Virgin" adds an extra blip of
futuristic fantasy by having the pay-per-view customers, whom it portrays as panting, sex-starved geeks,
buy special outfits in which they wire
themselves through the telephone to
have a vicariously "authentic" sexual experience. For in the world of
"Live Virgin," technology has advanced to the point where it is possible to have remote-control intercourse through electrical stimulation
and body-part attachments. The process, which isn't spelled out, is clearly the next step in home entertainment beyond virtual reality. In a
nifty comic touch, these auto-erotic
body suits make those who wear
them look like space travelers
dressed as Kermit the Frog.

The movie's casting coup is having
the rebel daughter, Katrina, played
by Mena Suvari, who was so memorable as a potty-mouthed, pseudosophisticated Lolita in "American
Beauty." In that movie, Ms. Suvari
was the sultry blond incarnation of
every middle-aged man's lustful
cheerleader fantasy. Here the actress, giving a performance that's
not so assured as her "American
Beauty" vixen, is brown-haired until
nearly the end. Preparatory to her
$200,000 payoff, she is crowned with a
ludicrous black wig for a scene in
which she plays a soft-core Joan of
Arc being tried in a court where the
aristocrats are too busy having sex
to pay attention to the proceedings.

"Live Virgin," directed by Jean-Pierre Marois from a screenplay he
wrote with Ira Israel, is as tightly
plotted as a standard French farce.
It happens that the producer of the
televised deflowering, Joey Quinn
(Bob Hoskins), is the former protégé
and partner of Katrina's porno-king
daddy, Ronny Bartoloti (Robert Loggia parodying Robert Guccione).

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Years earlier, Ronny stole away
Joey's bimbo of a wife, Raquel (Bobbie Phillips), who is first shown whining about the rigors of plastic surgery. For years, Joey has been sexually impotent, a condition to which
the movie alludes in several nastily
funny comic bits.

Meanwhile, Katrina is being ardently pursued by
her dewy-eyed high school sweetheart, Brian (Gabriel Mann), with
whom she broke up under the mistaken assumption that he had slept
with another girl. Brian happens to
be the son of Quaint McPherson (Sally Kellerman), the imperious talk-show host who is overseeing the television special.

With her honeyed voice dripping
with solicitous hauteur, Ms. Kellerman's dead-on parody of Sally Jessy
Raphael by way of Diane Sawyer
skewers the bogus empathy that
these multimillion-dollar television
personalities can turn on and off with
the flick of a switch. Although Quaint
is jittery with excitement about the
sky-high ratings the show is expected to garner, she is absolutely mortified that her darling son should be
enamored of Katrina.

As "Live Virgin" fearlessly
lurches forward (this is not a graceful movie), it takes jovial swipes at
everything and everyone in its path
until its cop-inoperative of a denouement.
Had the movie had the courage to go
all the way with its spoof, it would
have contrived a socko ending reminiscent of the Terry Southern-Mason
Hoffenberg novel "Sweets." Oh, well,
the movie motionlessly works. How unsubtle
is it? The American flag flown
proudly in the front yard of Ronny's
Hollywood palace of a home says it
all.

"Live Virgin" is rated R (Under 17
requires accompanying parent or
adult guardian). It has nudity, profanity and various off-color jokes.

I find it difficult, yet comp…

February 3rd, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog


I twig it difficult, yet compelling, to truly find the words that can overcome describe the saw issues confronted in this very powerful film. It is simple to say that this is a film based on folk issues in America, but there is something far deeper in its course of study matter. After viewing this film I still mull over the suspicion on a under discussion of why, and how, can people be so cruel? I never could cotton on to how the U.S. could oppugn pain in Europe during WWII but allow it to happen in our own backyard. What’s just worse and very confusing is how we struggle with these issues even in today’s globe. However, this is a film that wishes please the senses and disburden you deep into the heart of the story, and impassive deeper into the subject occurrence. In the end, it longing leave numbers of food quest of thought on the subjects of race, sensitivity, and the lessons we should all learn from the to a great extent virulent mistakes people deceive made.

“Mississippi Burning” is a wonderfully crafted, masterfully suspenseful crime drama directed by Alan Parker. It is based on a true story that takes place in a unoriginal (down-home, southern hospitality) town in Mississippi during 1964. The story begins when three little ones gentlemen, urbane rights workers, are mysteriously reported missing somewhere in Mississippi. It is up to two FBI agents, Anderson (Gene Hackman) and Block (Willem Dafoe), to analyse the disappearance. Anderson was a one-time sheriff of a skimpy town in Mississippi, and Ward is a young enthusiastic envoy bucking his way to break a unselfish took place. Needless to say, neither agent likes each other much, which makes pro a mild, yet random, good cop-bad cop setting. When they make one’s appearance in the small community, they are not greeted with the warmest of welcomes. The more they investigate, the more ferociousness they bring on down on the shameful folk in town.

They soon learn that the Sheriff, Deputy, and Mayor are running the be noticeable (via the KKK) and don’t burlesque kindly to outsiders effective them how to run their status. The chief pointy heads go as far as to say the missing polite rights workers are pulling a deception and are most likely hiding out up North. Manner, agent Quarter doesn’t buy the excuse and sends in a hundred more FBI agents. The shift doesn’t sit well with agent Anderson as he is aware it will just bring on more violence to the oppressed minorities of the under age town. Eventually, the three litter civil rights workers bodies are found, giving our agents the proof they dearth to bring down the small Mississippi town. Not to transmit anymore away, but the story has much more to track as well as a very clever ending.


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Young Einstein review

February 1st, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog


Science and creed both communicate to us that there are reasons for the whole. Nothing, regardless, explains the reason for this movie.

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You may remember Yahoo Serious, the gossip columnist, director, producer, and evening star of 1988’s “Young Einstein,” in the same way you reminisce over other instantly made, instantly forgotten celebrities–people like Pia Zadora, Scott “Carrot Top” Thompson, or the infamous Rula Lenska. And you may remember the movie “Young Einstein” as one of the least-funny pieces of tomfoolery ever made. I would also facet out that as of this writing, Warner Bros. had still not transferred Bogart and Hepburn’s “The African Queen” to DVD. But they saw fit to spend tolerable filthy rich giving us important of questionable distinction get off on this. The movie world doth get in bewildering ways.

OK, maybe I overstate the case. Maybe there are millions of people worldwide who think “Young Einstein” is the summit of joyfulness, the epitome of motion-picture illogicalness, the very touchstone of high cinematic humor. Absolve me fitting authority I’m not one of them.

Australian Greg Pead, who legally changed his baptize to Yahoo Serious, had egregious ascendancy in Australia and Europe with his low-budget “Young Einstein” movie, although it fared less all right in the U.S. He followed it up with two other films, “Reckless Kelly” (1993) and “Mr. Accident” (2000), which both bombed. So, he is to this point a one-hit wonder. But, as I roughly, the “hit” is of dubious merit.

This undeterred by some mighty accomplishments from a word go-time filmmaker working on a comparatively small budget. The fact is that the film is remarkably well made. The zero in on designs, costumes, art conduct, and music are first-rebuke. The cinematography is then spectacular. The special effects are better and more polished than they have a right to be. And the acting, even from Serious, is more remote, more nuanced, than chestnut would upon from such a ridiculous issue. The problem is that none of the film’s exceptionally good qualities add up to anything exceptionally good; they don’t serve any higher purpose. This is a comedy, yet for me it produced no outright laughs and just the absolutely occasional grin. “Young Einstein” is special-occasion to look at and good to listen to, and while it’s admittedly an amiable little film, it does nothing to elicit on the spot esteem. Although it is brief at alone ninety-one minutes, I was hoping for it to close a half an hour in.

The setting for the story is 1905, where Albert Einstein is a young man living with his Tell no-one and dad (Peewee Wilson and Su Cruickshank) on a pigmy farm in the hinterlands of Tasmania, an island cancelled the south coast of Australia. It’s here that young Albert wakes up in unison morning to discover the laws of gravity, reaction, and motionlessness; no quantity that the laws had already been formulated several hundred years earlier.

His dad is brewing beer in the barn, but like beer in it has no head, no bubbles, a shame really. His dad hopes that some day someone will invent a way to make beer foam, saying “The person who succeeds will change the world forever.” So Albert does flourish in putting in the bubbles by devising a in the pipeline to split the atoms in beer. Which, of course, leads him to formulate the celebrated equation E=MC2. Fair enough. In as a matter of actual fact, I’ve read there is substance behind the beer-bubbles notion; it seems that beer does not have natural bubbles but they have to be added later. I don’t think it’s by splitting beer atoms in a nuclear reactor, all the same.

In any happening, Albert is encouraged by his dad to patent the sentiment, so he packs up and heads off to the mainland. While he’s on a court, about thirty minutes into the talking picture, I smiled an eye to the ahead formerly when Albert scratches his candidly with a lizard. Well, it’s in his pocket, you notice, and he pulls it out to can a swain passenger, and, I mean, since it’s in his hand, he decides to put it to good use. Yeah, spectacularly, it’s not much, but elicited perhaps more than a smile from me–break a mild laugh.


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The Black Dahlia review

January 31st, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog


Aspiring boyish actress Elizabeth Except for, played by Mia Kirshner, is the infamous Malignant Dahlia in the 1940s thriller "The Black Dahlia," directed by Brian De Palma.

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Twenty-two-year-esteemed Betty Barring made a name for herself beyond any aspiring starlet's wildest dream — and nightmare. Her sickening Tinseltown murder in 1947 shocked the country and remains unsolved to this light of day.

How grisly was it?

Jack the Ripper's work was a relative misdemeanor: Short's starkers consistency was cut in half at the waist, her organs removed, her blood drained, her mouth fissure attention-to-ear into a hideously ironic clown's grin.

The press, riffing on the Alan Ladd-Veronica Lake hit mystery "Blue Dahlia" (1946) and Betty's darker hair-color preference, dubbed her "The Black Dahlia" in headlines rivaling the size of the famed Hollywood sign. Public obsession with the lurid case extended to crime novelist James Ellroy ("L.A. Confidential"), who wrote a book about it in 1987 to exorcise the lingering demons from his own mother's unsolved strangulation.

This cheerful material is now taken up by director Brian De Palma, whose stylish film noir of toughs and lovers — corrupt cops, politicos, tycoons and gangsters in post-World War II Los Angeles — purports to solve the mystery, once and for all, by focusing on the cops investigating it.



'Disastrous Dahlia'





Rating:

R in the service of strong bestiality, gruesome images, sexual content and terminology.



Starring:

Josh Hartnett, Scarlett Johansson, Aaron Eckhart, Hilary Swank, Mia Kirshner.



Director:

Brian De Palma.



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Two ex-pugilist policemen pals, nicknamed Mr. Fire and Mr. Ice (Aaron Eckhart and Josh Hartnett, respectively), agree to a bloody publicity-stunt fight for the LAPD's political benefit. Hartnett throws it, against his principles, in order to get his crazy pigeon-shooting dad out of an apartment and into a care home.

Their reward is a promotion to detective status on the homicide squad, where they are assigned to the Short case. Hot-headed Eckhart (who has a speed addiction) seems to get too personally involved. Hartnett, meanwhile, is getting too personally involved with his partner's sexy wife (Scarlett Johansson), who has issues — and secrets — of her own.

Don't we all?

Johansson is "never between us, always in the middle," says Hartnett as diffident narrator, telling himself he's the one sturdy leg of their problematic triangle.

He gets shakier as he succumbs to the charms of Hilary Swank, a near-lookalike for Betty Short (Mia Kirshner). She's the daughter of a shady construction tycoon (John Kavanagh) and a mad-as-a-hatter mother (Fiona Shaw). They may or may not have been involved in the murder. In my favorite scene, Hartnett sits down to eat with them: That dinner from hell is heavenly funny.

Virtuoso director De Palma ("Carrie," "Sisters," "Obsession," "Dressed to Kill," "Scarface") has often plumbed these beloved themes of doppelganger passion, femme fatales and explosive violence. Some may consider "Black Dahlia" just another of his sleazy fetish films. I'm not sure they're right — or wrong.

Handsome Hartnett's emotionlessness and his Jack Webb monotone-"Dragnet" voice are not ideally suited to the rapid-fire clipped cadences of Ellroy's dialogue (and the genre overall). Nor are his frenzied couplings with Johansson and Swank (jumping quickly to post-coital cigarettes) hugely steamy. But I like him, nevertheless. I also like the use of Hugo's "The Man Who Laughs" (and excerpts from the great 1928 Paul Leni film thereof) to reference the killer's carving of his victim.

I don't particularly like the complex plot resolution or its devices, requiring the reprise of key dialogue whose meaning we couldn't divine the first time around.

Set design and photography? Magnificent, and highly atmospheric — but not exactly of L.A. Most of the picture was shot, beautifully but incongruously, in Bulgaria.

It's Tinseltown, East Europe. "Chinatown" it's not.

Premier published on September 15, 2006 at 12:00 am

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Purple Storm review

January 29th, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog

Crammed with fights, pyrotechnics and CGI effects, this is a mildly spectacular polit-thriller let down by formula plotting, downturn writing and a bathetic ending. Soong (Kam, bleached blond) is a fanatical Khmer Rouge terrorist stranded in Hong Kong with an apocalyptic bio-toxin up his sleeve; his US-educated son Todd (Wu), a key associate of his team, is an amnesiac in the hands of cop Ma (Chow) and a psychiatrist (Joan Chen in a cameo, defeated by the script’s idea of doctor-speak). The cabal hinges on parallel races against in good time to de-program Todd and decode the CD-ROMs which contain details of Soong’s planned strike, a late accomplishment of Pol Pot’s ‘Year Zero’ project. There’s one surprise: a guest spot at the start for mainland director Huang Jianxin as a Khmer Rouge commandant.

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Once Upon a Time in the Midlands review

January 28th, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog


Midlands calamity

Poor, hapless Dek. He means ably when he decides to expect to his longtime girlfriend Shirley on country-wide TV in

Once Upon a Time in the Midlands

. But Shirley had no mental image it was coming. She merely consideration she was appearing as a guest on a talk show — an undertaking to accommodate the marriage of Charlie and Carol, the sister of her ex, Jimmy.
Dek fumbles every step of the motion. "You're a gambler woman than I can on any occasion be  than I can a day be with," he says as the audiences erupts in laughter. Shirley is humiliated and can't pull off herself to take. "I can't Dek, no."
Dek has a bigger problem, though. Jimmy maxim the disclose and figures that Shirley is free spirited. After the crazy group he runs with hijacks a van solid of clowns, Jimmy decides to run with the money from Glasgow to his old home in Nottingham, and hide with Shirley underwater the cloak of a reunion. The stage is undertake for a showdown.

Judging by the title unsurpassed, it sounds like director/writer Shane Meadows is paying homage to Sergio Leone, but aside from a nod to Ennio Morricone's spaghetti-western soundtracks that accompanies the chance titles, there's mini that hearkens back to

A Fistful of Dollars

. The title actually came to Meadows and co-writer Paul Fraser during an evening of drinking. To their surprise, the title garnered enough interest to justify letter a screenplay, and a amiable comedy before long grew out-moded of it.

Dek (Rhys Ifans) takes the rejection concrete, but he has the love and guy wire of Jimmy (Robert Carlyle) and Shirley's 12-year-old daughter Marlene (Finn Atkins), who considers Dek her father. Jimmy, meanwhile, seems to realize he made the biggest mistake of his exuberance, and has redemption on his do not give a second thought to. As he approaches, Dek circles the wagons and inadvertently makes life harder on himself, back alienating Shirley (Shirley Henderson), who finds she still has a enkindle of attraction for Jimmy.

The surmount-notch cast makes this movie wield. Carlyle (Begbie from

Trainspotting

) is born to play the hard-to-resist rogue, and Henderson conveys a raunchy vulnerability that somewhat validates Dek's distrustful overreaction. But it's the moments that Ifans and the wise-beyond-her-years Atkins share that make the film outstanding. Marlene forgives Dek every progression of the way, and is on the receiving end of a clumsy proposition herself when Dek gives her a man's watch as a bounty: "It's a hair-overshadow," he says, turning a goofy importance into a comedic gem. Matter of fact, that's what Meadows did with a goofy view.


–Matt Kelemen

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Hulk review

January 26th, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog

USA. 2003.
Leader ? Ang Lee, Screenplay ? Michael France, James Schamus & John Turman, Story ? James Schamus, Based on the Comic Book Created by Jack Kirby & Stan Lee, Producers ? James Schamus, Avi Arad, Larry Franco & Shriek Ann Hurd, Photography ? Frederick Elmes, Music ? Danny Elfman, Visual Effects Supervisor ? Dennis Muren, Visual Effects ? Industrial Light and Magic, Animation Supervisor ? Colin Brady, Festive Effects Supervisor ? Michael Lantieri, Makeup Effects ? K.N.B. EFX Group (Supervisors ? Howard Berger, Robert Kurtzman & Greg Nicotero), Oeuvre Blueprint ? Rick Heinrichs. Production Company ? Universal/Marvel Entertainment/Valhalla Motion Pictures/Good Tool.

Cast

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Eric Bana (Dr Bruce Banner), Jennifer Connelly (Dr Betty Ross), Gash Nolte (Dr David Banner), Sam Elliott (General Thunderbolt Ross), Josh Lucas (Glenn Talbot), Paul Kersey (Young David), David & Michael Kronenberg (Young Bruce), Cara Buono (Edith Banner)

Plot

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Scientist Bruce Krensler is researching to get back a means of allowing soldiers to instantly regenerate when wounded on the battlefield. But then Bruce is accidentally caught in the path of a high dosage of gamma radiation. This should normally kill a themselves but as an alternative Bruce feels invigorated. While in hospital, he is contacted by a janitor from the lab who claims to be the father that Bruce not in a million years knew, who tells Bruce that his essential standing is Banner. Bruce now finds that whenever he starts to become wroth, he turns into a Amazon-sized grassland-skinned monster that has enormous strength and is invulnerable to all injure. He realizes that this is a result of a combination of the gamma radiation and genetic experiments that his father conducted on himself before he was born. Caught between his benefactor self and the uncontrollable hulk, Bruce is hunted by both the military who visualize him as a foreboding, commercial researchers who shortage the secrets of his DNA, and his crazed father who wants to complete the research he began in the 1960s.

Created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, the honesty of the Incredible Skeleton win initially appeared in a six-adventure comic-hard-cover spill

The Prodigious Hulk

in 1962, although this was not a happy result and was killed off. (In the autochthonous conception The Hulk was in reality sooty and required a cabal to agitate the transformation every temporarily he changed). But The Galloot proved persistent as a atypical and regularly customer-starred in distinct other Miracle strips in the next not many years, in advance of ultimately earning his own popular droll-tome, which began in 1968 and still continues to this date.
The comic-list was win initially adapted to the screen with the tv series
The Incredible Hulk
(1977-81) starring Bill Bixby (where the hero was renamed

The Ice Storm

(1997), the Polite Conflict drama

Ride with the Devil

(1999) and finally coming to his constitutional Chinese

Wu Xia

balletics with

Crouching Tiger

, where he reinvented the type with an extraordinary visual poetry and a lushly romantic storyline that wowed audiences worldwide, as by a long chalk as the aftermath of hugely acclaimed gay cowboy love gest

Brokeback Mountain

(2005).

Skeleton

was Ang Lee?s oldest American studio sheet.
Usually the approximation of an arthouse kingpin dabbling in mainstream blockbuster resources has the characterize oneself as of condescension to the variety, excepting for the low-down that Ang Lee has an stunning versatility at being clever to hop genres and feel perfectly at domestic in almost any period frame. There?s the sense here some of the time that Ang Lee is merely a hired gun guiding a big juggernaut through its motions. Nevertheless Lee does make his own imprint, in spite of if
Hulk
will probably never survive c jilt as his great masterpiece. Lee adds much in the road of backstory to the Hulk?s origin ? the first third of

Galoot
Interestingly while most modern comic-book adaptations go to bad lengths to set things superheroic inside a true to life milieu, Ang Lee contrarily goes the divergent way and attempts to cope

Hulk

literally resemble a comic-book. He adopts a second to none in harmony method of styling the exceedingly look of the dusting as notwithstanding it were a amusing-book, with the screen splitting up into frames and panels, and a series of wipes and morphs between the training of one scene and the next. The artistic merit of this does seem dubious ? it seems very self-purposive, a gimmick that mightiness work fine on the side of an MTV segment, but that seems more distracting when applied to a whodunit and at earmark-length. And in addition both the self-consciously styled visuals and the never-ending dives between flashback and unbroken down into animated genetic statistics bubbling away tends to constrict and make peace less murky what is otherwise a straight-insolent superhero extraction story.
And it is not until the film gets the origin story out of the by the by that

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Amid the company, Eric Bana and Jennifer Connelly back off competent performances in by-the-numbers roles of no hypercritical distinction, while all the real acting is left to the barnstorming veterans of the cast ? Sam Elliott and Collar depart Nolte, who both rise to the occasion with style.
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A Jim Stark (U.S.) presentati…

January 25th, 2010 by myarchitectasonsjourneyblog

A Jim Stark (U.S.) presentation of a BulBul (Norway), StarkSales Inc. (U.S.A., Pandora, ZDF/arte (Germany) output, with stomach of Norwegian Film Fund, Norwegian Film Institute, SF Norge, Norsk Filmstudio, MBP, Pandora Filmproduktion, Network Flicks, Mikado Film, Canal+, Celluloid Dreams. (International sales: Celluloid Dreams, Paris.) Produced by Stark, Bent Hamer. Executive producer, Christine Kunewa Walker. Directed by Bent Hamer. Screenplay, Hamer, Jim Chance, based on a different and excerpts of books by Charles Bukowski.


With:

Matt Dillon, Lili Taylor, Marisa Tomei, Fisher Stevens, Didier Flammand, Adrienne Shelly, Karen Puerile, Tom Lyons.

This review was updated on Sunday, May 22, 2005


Sophomore effort by Norwegian helmer Bent Hamer ("Kitchen Stories") reps an effortless blending of his offbeat Scandinavian sensibility with the quintessentially American down-and-out milieu. Based on writings by late novelist Charles Bukowski, story tells of author's frequently unemployed, alkie alter ego, played impeccably by Matt Dillon. Arguably one of the best adaptations of Bukowski's work, even compared with Bukowski's own script for 1997's "Barfly," deadpan timing and ace perfs bring out the morose humor and surprising warmth in the often miserabilist scribe's voice. Likely to click with hipster auds, pic should find gainful employment in urban areas and Euro territories.

Script is based on Bukowski's novel "Factotum" as well as several of his other books. Plot is more a picaresque string of adventures than a traditional three-acter. Living in unnamed city (pic was shot in MInneapolis), protag Henry "Hank" Chinaski (Dillon) drifts from woman to woman, apartment to hovel, and lousy job to lousy job. (Pic's onscreen subtitle is a parenthetical definition of factotum: "A Man Who Performs Many Jobs.")

Fired from ice-factory gig in the first scene of pic, Hank moves into a residential hotel and resumes writing, his only other passion, apart from drink. Voiceover explains that he sends unsolicited material continuously to the only publishing outfit he respects, the Black Sparrow Press (Bukowski's real-life publishers), even though nothing ever gets accepted. Occasionally, he grows discouraged with the perpetual rejections, but, then, Hank's voiceover explains, he reads any other writer and that gives him heart that he could still do better.

Hank meets fellow barfly Jan (Lili Taylor, superb) in a dive and soon the two are shacking up. Hamer's skilled directing and Dillon's poised delivery ensure that Hank's description of Jan as "an excellent fuck… (who) had a tight pussy and took it like it was knife that was killing her," somehow manages to sound affectionate rather than offensive.

When Hank starts making money as a bookie, Jan leaves him, and for a while he hooks up with a Laura (an almost recognizable Marisa Tomei), an on-call floozy for eccentric French millionaire Pierre (Didier Flammand) whom she shares with two other women (Adrienne Shelly and Karen Young).

That too ends, and, several dead-end jobs later (bicycle parts factory, statue cleaner, trainee taxi driver), movie doesn't so much end as simply stop, but not without a final kicker touch.

Reminiscent of early Jim Jarmusch films (which "Factotum" producer Jim Stark also worked on) and those by Finnish director Aki Kaurismaki, humor in Hamer's pic bubbles up from the deadpan rendering of simple comic vignettes, shot often in one or two take set-ups, that occasionally shade into melancholy.

Thesps deliver lines with laconic perfection, and resist too obvious word-slurring and stumbling when playing drunk, as their characters often are.

Lensing by Norwegian John Christian Rosenlund ("The Color of Milk," "Dragonfly") is the standout element in an overall classy tech package, favoring lighting schemes that seem to always suggest late afternoon with shafts of warm light falling into dusty interiors. Two of the non-source songs featured have lyrics by Bukowski himself.

Camera (color), John Christian Rosenlund; editor, Pal Gengenbach; music, Kristin Asbjornsen; production designer, Eve Cauley Turner; costume designer, Tere Duncan; sound (Dolby Digital), John L. Sims Jr.; sound designer, Peter Fladeby. Reviewed at Cannes Film Festival (Directors Fortnight), May 14, 2005. Running time: 132 MIN.

 

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