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Tuesday, 6 July 2010
aka. It's not just me. Head over to read this short note from Nathaniel and another one from Stacia. I thought it was just me, but apparently blogger does a problem with the commenting, which is why I've not been commenting as much (incidentally, I'm able to comment on some blogger blogs). And a number of comments for two of my latest posts have been swallowed, strangely they're in my email just not on the blog. Odd. Still, we may not be able to comment - but we still can read, so let me link you.
I'm not overly fond of The Silence of the Lambs (it does not crack my top 5 of favourite films of 1991) but it's loved by many. Yojimbo offers up a review of it.
I couldn't help but feel underwhelmed by It's Complicated, though it did remind me of my family in a few ways (not the divorced parents having sex aspect, the sibling aspect) but resident Streep lover Luke offers up a nice look at it. It did have its moments...
Which of these movies are worth watching? Wild Celtic has to watch them all...which should she see first? I made my pick.
I can't be the only one LOVING these new posters for Woody Allen's You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger? Just sublime....
Agora is still my favourite film of the year. The Mad Hatter takes a look at it, he does not love it but discussion is always encouraged, and his thoughts are good.
Rachel gives us an interesting look at celebrating the anniversary of the red-white-blue country (not Britain). I'm a national of neither, though.
Despite its many flaws I was strangely drawn to The Private Lives of Pippa Lee last year (Wright Penn did make my top 5 actresses). The Flick Chick takes an honest look at it.
...oh, and off movies for a while. NADAL WON!!!! Thank you.
(I hope blogger gets its issues sorted out soon)
Labels: Agora, Links, tennis, The Deer Hunter
Labels: reviews, Samuel Jackson
Monday, 5 July 2010
It’s just a little ironic that after giving a fairly nuanced performance in this Grisham thriller that Matthew McConaughey decided to continue his career as an unappealing romantic comedy lead. A Time to Kill isn’t a film for the ages (it’s not Grisham’s best novel or best novel adaptation) but it works. Sandra Bullock, Matthew Matthew McConaughey and Ashley Judd put in good performances and Samuel Jackson is particularly moving here (should have been Oscar nominated, I say). Matthew McConaughey works as the conflicted lawyer and his final speech in the courtroom solidifies his top billing status. Pity, he never took it to this level again.
Cut songs and all (where was the rest of "God That's Good") I do love Tim Burton's adaptation of Sondheim's Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. A bit too short, but entertaining and well made. True to my weird nature my favourite moment in the film is one that is often forgotten. True, I've never actually seen a live incarnation of the piece but even though Depp and Bonham Carter were not the belters associated with the roles their soft voices paid off - especially in this scene. "My Friends" along with "Johanna" is the only love song in the musical, and it's writren so wonderfully - but it's not Sondheim's lyrics that carry it through. Depp is, of course, entranced by his tools but it is Helena with that look of longing, even obsession, on her face that commands the screen (er, where exactly was her Oscar nomination)...and I do love it when actors sing in counterpoint.
Labels: 2007, Broadway, HBC, Johnny Depp, music break, musicals, Sondheim, Sweeney Todd, Tim Burton
Saturday, 3 July 2010
"40 years after the fact, The Graduate is a better film than when first released. Taken apart from the flush of the “Summer of Love” and a naïve association with “revolutionary” “stick-it-to-the-Establishment” behavior, it can now be seen for what it is: two kids in the process of becoming their parents. Elaine Robinson, the object of Ben’s ADD affection, is the product of a marriage of convenience, her Mother abandoning her dreams for domesticity, and now Ben Braddock has whisked her off in a similar moment of heat without thought. Meet the new beau, same as the old beau. Brilliantly, Nichols holds on that last shot of the two rebels as the adrenaline seeps away and the 'Now what’s' sink in. The Graduate is better—and more relevant--than ever."
"What The Graduate does best, is tap into the restlessness that seeps into our conscience when we’re unsure of our next move. From a very young age, we’re taught the road map of life: 'Go to college, get a job, get married, have kids.'The problem is, if we complete one of those steps and find ourselves unsure of what to do next, we get antsy…and prone to some very bad decision-making. That’s what drives young Benjamin in this movie, and you can tell even he isn’t certain that he’s doing the right this. He drifts from scene-to-scene with a scared expression, and doesn’t live his life so much as he navigates it.The Graduate wants to teach us that there’s nothing wrong with not knowing the answer. Many of us get to one of these milestones in life – graduation, wedding, kids – and find ourselves thinking “now what?” (For a great example of this, pay attention to the final shot of the film). The trick is to take a moment to ourselves, and think things through. This introspection is what the film wants us to remember, and it’s something young Benjamin never seems to want to do."
Part of the appeal of Mike Nichols The Graduate comes from when you first discover it. It has a timeless sensibility - life at a crossroads - and it beautifully encompasses the almost surreal realisation of living outside the comfort zone of childhood, of school institutions, of parents and teachers instructing you what to do. The Graduate is life when the warm, safe environment of childhood has disappeared, and adulthood has suddenly been thrust upon you. I suppose, for me, I felt like Ben Braddock when I first saw The Graduate. There’s a great shot of Dustin Hoffman floating in the pool. His father asks him what he is doing. Ben replies: “Well, I would say that I’m just drifting. Here in the pool.” “Why?” asks his father. “It’s very comfortable just to drift here,” says his son. The brilliance of Mike Nichols’ film is in how he offers that guiding light to this twenty-something conundrum. Enter Mrs Robinson.
Labels: 1967, Anne Bancroft, classics, Dustin Hoffman, favourites, reviews, sixties
Friday, 2 July 2010
Shrek has reached a dismal end, and many forget the slice of delight it was back in 2001. I’ll admit, after the sequel, things headed down but Myers’ ogre was an amusing hero and Myers was able to bring the funny without going overboard. With an accent like that, it could not have been difficult but he kept Shrek realistic, but unbelievable at the same time.