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Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
8 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

So I went to the theater this weekend. Two movies today, one on Sunday and another movie two weeks ago at the local cinema-cafe (you can drink there!). I haven't been of the theater-going type for months, mostly because I don't like to go alone and I'm a hermit. Perfect pickins for ondemand. Anyways....and you will know me by my trail of movie reviews.

I started writing a long, whole post entry for [i]Joe Strummer: The Future Is Unwritten[/i], but Rockintim's already seen the flick and openoffice ate what I had. It's not like anyone else cares, and if you do, PM me. Long story short, Joe Strummer started off as a goddamned hippie, created Bono and remains one of the greatest historical characters in my life. Julien Temple filmed a bunch of people talking around campfires interspersed with biographical footage to capture the life of the greatest chameleon who ever lived. Johnny Depp was there (Fucking Bono, too), and I had tears in my eyes when it was all over. Pillar of hope if there ever was one.

[i]No Country for Old Men [/i]is two hours of pure tension with occasional spurts of brutal violence. That one Spanish guy (from the crappy movie I'll mention later) is the greatest cold-blooded killer this side of the Terminator. Except he's a fucking efficient psychopath. I was on the edge of my seat for most of the film...just waiting. Then shit would go BLAM! and I'd get really excited until shit would get tightly wound agian. Pure nihilism, Terry Gross and her nihlism-hating ass be damned.

[i]Sweeney Todd[/i] (the second film in my mini-marathon) was, quite frankly, great and entertaining. And masturbatory. Johnny Depp singing showtunes and slitting peoples' throats for two hours? Yes please! Burton somehow managed to stretch the plot a little thin, but he still shot an entertaining, engrossing (cliched-inducing!) film about a crazy person who's good with knives. Like he hadn't done it before.





I must take several spaces to write about the turd that is known as [i]Love in a Time of Cholera[/i]. I just read my first Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel, and I really hope that this piece of crap tried really hard not to follow Marquez at all. He has an incredible way with irony, but [i]LIATOC[/i] just sucks. Boring suckery is followed by untitillating tits. The badass from [i]NCFOM[/i] is somehow cast as the biggest worthless piece of crap this side of Fredo Corleone. Yes, there were tits, but the capstone is the lead actress putting on fake makeup old lady breasts which negate any "Yeah, those titties sure make this crappy, sentimental, pretentious epic kinda good" reactions some viewers might have first pumped.

3 for 4. Not bad, and the latter almost got me laid. *F[color=Yellow]u[/color]cking goes nuts*

No Country for Old Men
8 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes
½

So I went to the theater this weekend. Two movies today, one on Sunday and another movie two weeks ago at the local cinema-cafe (you can drink there!). I haven't been of the theater-going type for months, mostly because I don't like to go alone and I'm a hermit. Perfect pickins for ondemand. Anyways....and you will know me by my trail of movie reviews.

I started writing a long, whole post entry for [i]Joe Strummer: The Future Is Unwritten[/i], but Rockintim's already seen the flick and openoffice ate what I had. It's not like anyone else cares, and if you do, PM me. Long story short, Joe Strummer started off as a goddamned hippie, created Bono and remains one of the greatest historical characters in my life. Julien Temple filmed a bunch of people talking around campfires interspersed with biographical footage to capture the life of the greatest chameleon who ever lived. Johnny Depp was there (Fucking Bono, too), and I had tears in my eyes when it was all over. Pillar of hope if there ever was one.

[i]No Country for Old Men [/i]is two hours of pure tension with occasional spurts of brutal violence. That one Spanish guy (from the crappy movie I'll mention later) is the greatest cold-blooded killer this side of the Terminator. Except he's a fucking efficient psychopath. I was on the edge of my seat for most of the film...just waiting. Then shit would go BLAM! and I'd get really excited until shit would get tightly wound agian. Pure nihilism, Terry Gross and her nihlism-hating ass be damned.

[i]Sweeney Todd[/i] (the second film in my mini-marathon) was, quite frankly, great and entertaining. And masturbatory. Johnny Depp singing showtunes and slitting peoples' throats for two hours? Yes please! Burton somehow managed to stretch the plot a little thin, but he still shot an entertaining, engrossing (cliched-inducing!) film about a crazy person who's good with knives. Like he hadn't done it before.





I must take several spaces to write about the turd that is known as [i]Love in a Time of Cholera[/i]. I just read my first Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel, and I really hope that this piece of crap tried really hard not to follow Marquez at all. He has an incredible way with irony, but [i]LIATOC[/i] just sucks. Boring suckery is followed by untitillating tits. The badass from [i]NCFOM[/i] is somehow cast as the biggest worthless piece of crap this side of Fredo Corleone. Yes, there were tits, but the capstone is the lead actress putting on fake makeup old lady breasts which negate any "Yeah, those titties sure make this crappy, sentimental, pretentious epic kinda good" reactions some viewers might have first pumped.

3 for 4. Not bad, and the latter almost got me laid. *F[color=Yellow]u[/color]cking goes nuts*

Love in the Time of Cholera
8 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

So I went to the theater this weekend. Two movies today, one on Sunday and another movie two weeks ago at the local cinema-cafe (you can drink there!). I haven't been of the theater-going type for months, mostly because I don't like to go alone and I'm a hermit. Perfect pickins for ondemand. Anyways....and you will know me by my trail of movie reviews.

I started writing a long, whole post entry for [i]Joe Strummer: The Future Is Unwritten[/i], but Rockintim's already seen the flick and openoffice ate what I had. It's not like anyone else cares, and if you do, PM me. Long story short, Joe Strummer started off as a goddamned hippie, created Bono and remains one of the greatest historical characters in my life. Julien Temple filmed a bunch of people talking around campfires interspersed with biographical footage to capture the life of the greatest chameleon who ever lived. Johnny Depp was there (Fucking Bono, too), and I had tears in my eyes when it was all over. Pillar of hope if there ever was one.

[i]No Country for Old Men [/i]is two hours of pure tension with occasional spurts of brutal violence. That one Spanish guy (from the crappy movie I'll mention later) is the greatest cold-blooded killer this side of the Terminator. Except he's a fucking efficient psychopath. I was on the edge of my seat for most of the film...just waiting. Then shit would go BLAM! and I'd get really excited until shit would get tightly wound agian. Pure nihilism, Terry Gross and her nihlism-hating ass be damned.

[i]Sweeney Todd[/i] (the second film in my mini-marathon) was, quite frankly, great and entertaining. And masturbatory. Johnny Depp singing showtunes and slitting peoples' throats for two hours? Yes please! Burton somehow managed to stretch the plot a little thin, but he still shot an entertaining, engrossing (cliched-inducing!) film about a crazy person who's good with knives. Like he hadn't done it before.





I must take several spaces to write about the turd that is known as [i]Love in a Time of Cholera[/i]. I just read my first Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel, and I really hope that this piece of crap tried really hard not to follow Marquez at all. He has an incredible way with irony, but [i]LIATOC[/i] just sucks. Boring suckery is followed by untitillating tits. The badass from [i]NCFOM[/i] is somehow cast as the biggest worthless piece of crap this side of Fredo Corleone. Yes, there were tits, but the capstone is the lead actress putting on fake makeup old lady breasts which negate any "Yeah, those titties sure make this crappy, sentimental, pretentious epic kinda good" reactions some viewers might have first pumped.

3 for 4. Not bad, and the latter almost got me laid. *F[color=Yellow]u[/color]cking goes nuts*

Joe Strummer: The Future Is Unwritten
8 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

So I went to the theater this weekend. Two movies today, one on Sunday and another movie two weeks ago at the local cinema-cafe (you can drink there!). I haven't been of the theater-going type for months, mostly because I don't like to go alone and I'm a hermit. Perfect pickins for ondemand. Anyways....and you will know me by my trail of movie reviews.

I started writing a long, whole post entry for [i]Joe Strummer: The Future Is Unwritten[/i], but Rockintim's already seen the flick and openoffice ate what I had. It's not like anyone else cares, and if you do, PM me. Long story short, Joe Strummer started off as a goddamned hippie, created Bono and remains one of the greatest historical characters in my life. Julien Temple filmed a bunch of people talking around campfires interspersed with biographical footage to capture the life of the greatest chameleon who ever lived. Johnny Depp was there (Fucking Bono, too), and I had tears in my eyes when it was all over. Pillar of hope if there ever was one.

[i]No Country for Old Men [/i]is two hours of pure tension with occasional spurts of brutal violence. That one Spanish guy (from the crappy movie I'll mention later) is the greatest cold-blooded killer this side of the Terminator. Except he's a fucking efficient psychopath. I was on the edge of my seat for most of the film...just waiting. Then shit would go BLAM! and I'd get really excited until shit would get tightly wound agian. Pure nihilism, Terry Gross and her nihlism-hating ass be damned.

[i]Sweeney Todd[/i] (the second film in my mini-marathon) was, quite frankly, great and entertaining. And masturbatory. Johnny Depp singing showtunes and slitting peoples' throats for two hours? Yes please! Burton somehow managed to stretch the plot a little thin, but he still shot an entertaining, engrossing (cliched-inducing!) film about a crazy person who's good with knives. Like he hadn't done it before.





I must take several spaces to write about the turd that is known as [i]Love in a Time of Cholera[/i]. I just read my first Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel, and I really hope that this piece of crap tried really hard not to follow Marquez at all. He has an incredible way with irony, but [i]LIATOC[/i] just sucks. Boring suckery is followed by untitillating tits. The badass from [i]NCFOM[/i] is somehow cast as the biggest worthless piece of crap this side of Fredo Corleone. Yes, there were tits, but the capstone is the lead actress putting on fake makeup old lady breasts which negate any "Yeah, those titties sure make this crappy, sentimental, pretentious epic kinda good" reactions some viewers might have first pumped.

3 for 4. Not bad, and the latter almost got me laid. *F[color=Yellow]u[/color]cking goes nuts*

The Good Shepherd
9 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

A movie review on Mankiw? No way!

Yes way. I finally saw a new movie, [i]The Good Shepherd, [/i]directed by Bob Deniro and starring Matt Damon, Angelina Jolie, William Hurt, Robert Deniro, Joe Pesci, etc. Or, as I call it, [i]Three Hours of Matt Damon Sporting a Steely Gaze[/i].

Deniro was way too heavy-handed with the symbolism (especially the end of the movie that wasn't quite the end of the movie that totally overplayed its hand), but I liked the way the storyline converged at the Bay of Pigs. Still, there was too much plot and not enough meat. Edward Wilson was meant to be a complex character, politically and personally, but the script and (especially) the direction was too flat to flesh out the dichotomy between his humanity and morally questionable pragmatism.

The film dealt with the themes superficially at best and, damningly, failed to reveal anything new about them. Okay, torture is a questionable means of interrogation. Okay, Cold War counterintelligence was a failed experiment. Spouting racism is an effective means for raising questions about a character's worth. Nothing was added to any discussion; it was a string of events depicted half-as[color=Black]s[/color]edly. A clear case of biting off more than one can chew. I think Damon could have pulled off an Oscar job if given a decent script and production (which would have been entirely possible given the intriguing story and whole hunka historical material), but he has nowhere to go in the film. Also, his character direction is set at "look serious and manly for almost three hours."

The more I think about [i]The Good Shepherd[/i], the angrier I get. This could have been a [i]great[/i] film. The themes vary between timely and timeless. The symbolism has a chance to break through with some fantastic setups (I'm sure they could have done something with hearing aids contrasting with listening devices, but it just sat there, empty). Skull and bones. The untouchably clandestine CIA. I'm mad.

I saw this film with my friend's family, a thoroughy Republican lot (ironically, my friend's the one in the military yet one of the most politically sane people I know), and they liked it. I don't think they would have if Deniro'd gotten it through their fu[color=Black]c[/color]king skulls that an omnipotent paramilitary organization like the CIA is still run by eternally flawed humans, something he could have easily done. Instead they chattered about how liberal reforms have turned the CIA into a band of paper-shuffling nincompoops, as if the serious but inept machinations of Cold War espionage were any more effective. It's all in there, but comes off limp. This is a film with a liberal agenda which fails to make itself heard. Stupid.

F[color=Black]u[/color]ck.