I love to watch movies. I like a wide variety but tend to like contemporary movies the most (since the late 60s). I am a cinema major at the University of Iowa and am realizing how difficult and frustrating it is to actually make a movie. This only heightens my respect for the really gifted filmmakers out there, but it also makes me jealous.
Continuing the theme of rewatching "movies I kind of watched ten years ago," I watched Gosford Park tonight! It was good. The overlapping conversations were great, doing what other movies struggle to do by suggesting that there really are things going on at any given moment outside of the frame. And tracking shots through hallways were so brilliant that I am confident that I could walk into the mansion where the events take place and know my way around with little problem.
PS-Something about the scene where the servants are discreetly listening to the music played in the parlor was fantastic. I absolutely loved that scene.
I first watched this when I was 12 or 13. It was late at night at an age when I was unaccustomed to staying up late at night, and I was drifting in and out between Vanilla Sky and sleep. Since then, I had always been curious what the fuck happened in that weird movie that my sleepy middle-school mind simply could not comprehend all those years ago. I finally gave it the rewatch that it deserved.
It's too long and it wraps up too nicely. Those are my only two complaints (but they're not exactly tiny complaints). Otherwise, Vanilla Sky is a mishmash of two of my favorite films: Mulholland Drive and Total Recall. It's fantastic. And guys, Tom Cruise is the shit.
I'm not sure what I was missing having not seen the prior two installments, but this was pretty damn solid regardless. The conversations throughout the film (aka the conversations which comprise the entirety of the film) are flawlessly executed. They are wordy, and occasionally consisted of that painful kind of clever dialogue that you can't imagine people saying in real life, but the delivery by Hawke, Delpy, and everyone else makes it work and makes it feel like real life. Maybe I've never heard people talk like that in real life, but maybe I've simply never met such interesting and intelligent people. And, of course, when a movie that is essentially four or five long conversations that feel as real and interesting and tragic and heartbreaking and redemptive as real life, you can bet the farm you're watching a damn good movie.
Standard operating procedure: all X-Men movies get at least a one-star boost. If this movie was not an X-Men movie it would net 2.5 or 3 stars.
The Wolverine is fine. It's a fine summer movie. It's more fine for the first two-thirds than it is in the utterly obnoxious final one-third. That final laboratory scene is one of the most ridiculous things I have ever seen. That's not a compliment. Everything up to that was legitimately good: great vibe/style/setting/tone and whatever other buzzword you may choose. But like DeSean Jackson, The Wolverine got a little cocky and spiked the ball before hitting pay dirt. Shame.
I'm that cynic who hears enough people tell me how "surprisingly good" a mediocre-looking movie is, and all of a sudden I assume it's going to suck. Thus I assumed Pitch Perfect would be awful. It wasn't. Anna Kendrick is charming and lovely. Cups is a charming and lovely song that I can't get out of my head. I'm glad Angela kept pestering me until I finally watched this. It was "surprisingly good" indeed.