This is frankly a must-see for anyone calling themselves Christian for it begs the question: "How is it that you can call yourself Christian and not be very Christ-like?" It is a powerful rebuke to the Church and a challenge to live up our common calling.
I am mostly reviewing this to save anyone else from making the same mistake I did of saying "Hey, a series of irreverent but hilarious" vignettes on the 10 Commandments by an all-star cast, maybe I could use that! No, no you cannot. No great depth about the commandments is to be gained here and to call these hilarious is really just to cheapen the word. There is barely even a chuckle here. I only finished it to make sure that it was void and without form. It was.
It may be hard to imagine a Godzilla movie being good given what a joke they later became, but the original is a poignant critique of the nuclear age with Hiroshima and Nagasaki looming large in the psyche. Like all good monster movies, it begs the question, who is the real monster here?
A brilliant mockery of the safety videos that told children to hide under their desks during a nuclear attack. This "documentary" called nuclear powers and their citizens to contemplate the real impact of nuclear war and reminds us that indeed "war is hell."
This perhaps serves best as a cautionary tale on why it is dangerous for one person to write, produce, and direct a film. Sure it allows you to have complete artistic freedom but it also means that there is no one in a place to point out when things aren't really working. The plot itself feels like a less successful combination of the Most Dangerous Game and the Seventh Seal all set in a civilization crumbling in the midst of an ice age. The set work is good, the oddly Medieval costuming is at least well done, and Newman's performance is adequate for the character but that isn't really a complement. Ultimately this never really gets to where it was trying to go.
This is rather predictable which is the case with pretty much every sports movie ever made. On the upside, this is at least enjoyable which cannot be said of pretty much every sports movie ever made. The religious material is interesting though I'm not sure how I would use it again.
So apparently I had marked this as "not interested" at some point but after Katie watched it about 10 times while sick last week, I finally gave it a try and was pleasantly surprised. It definitely has some preaching potential on he "no man is an island" theme.
Though I am not particularly a Hugh Grant fan, I do have to agree wit h the Chicago Reader's review that "Few movies have made better use of [his] shallow charm and amused befuddlement."
I appreciate the way that Corman combines "Hop-Frog" and "The Masque of the Red Death" into one narrative; the two fit together fairly well but in the end his additions create an entirely new narrative that has less to do with the original short story than the title would suggest. Price is at his diabolical best here even if the religious themes that draw that our are a little muddled.
This film had great potential to explore what exactly is the soul of a person, but ultimately it passes on the opportunity to do so. If it weren't for the fact that he tells us that he feels different, there really would be no telling that the Giamatti character is in any way affected by losing his soul. This film could have used either a bit more development or trimming down into a short film. As it is, it fall rather flat.
This is mostly a mess. Boorman tries to do too much: criticize hippie-commune culture, comment on the banality of immortality, critique the roll of religion and status in social stratification, etc. Mostly what results is a confused muddle that has become a cult classic because it is bizarre mix of comedy, distopian science fiction, pornography, and above all, Sean Connery in a giant red diaper for most of the film.