Passes the time, but little else – 21 is neither good or as hip as it thinks it is, which is a shame because with a little humility this film would be a far more pleasurable experience, as it is you don’t feel angered for the 90 minutes of your life it just took, more a vague sense that the hour and a half could have been spent in a more worthwhile manner.
What do you need to know about There Will Be Blood, how about that cruelty has never been portrayed on screen like this, this film and Day-Lewis at its cold black heart open an abyss that you can’t help but stare into – “One night, I’m gonna come to you, inside of your house, wherever you’re sleeping, and I’m going to cut your throat.”
Speed Racer is fucking Wachowski to its neon core, there is more green screen and style than should be allowed to fit inside a film as viewers eyes flounder and drown in an inspired mix of colour, blur and vibration dealt to the optic nerve in overdose proportions – it is ridiculous as it is orgasmic for spectrum starved peepers – believe me, after watching this you’ll realise you peepers have been fed a pale and tepid diet of the pastel and pallid for far too long.
This isn’t as it seems, somewhere Be Kind Rewind tries to have a heart as opposed to just being lots of amusing ‘sweded’ films featuring Jack Black and Mos Def, and therefore it does fall between the two, rather than being either, or, as I suppose it was hoping, both.
Penn takes this story and tells it so effortlessly and with such eloquence that a new perspective is laid upon the viewer – it is epic, beautiful and tragic in equal measures – Into the Wild is a lesson on many levels simultaneously that transcend both form and content.
Growlers with canines… Teeth has to be good with a simple premise like that, wrong, it’s actually one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen – in fact it is so fucking terrible it doesn’t even manage to do being shit with any grace.
Irréversible is as nasty as you’ve been told it is (it actually looks like it was filmed through a lens covered in shit), nevertheless the stuff that isn’t the eight and half minute rape scene or the mulching of someone’s head with a fire extinguisher holds it own – notably the scene with Cassell and Bellucci lazily romping around their flat in the buff that rings true of many a lazy day spent with those we desire, with of course, some serious Nouvelle Vague echos.
Azumi is weak, it makes little sense and has few interesting moments, as a viewer you are thrown from one fight to another in a haze of incoherence and mediocrity – a positive though, is that there is an Asian pornstar who goes by the same name.
This movie takes the American dream and fucks about with it in an intense manner that is perpetually assisted by Penn, The Assassination of Richard Nixon is a film that feels as if it were made in 7os, yet was designed to tell us today to stop being pricks to one another.
Whenever the world seems fucked up I always catch a flick that alleviates the tension, this time around that flick was Lars and the Real Girl – it requires suspension of disbelief, but then what doesn’t – watch this, love your fellow man (if only for 15 minutes), but be sure to take pleasure in the relief that it brings, and props to Gosling, he’s fucking superb.