The only thing more impressive than Mickey’s performance in The Wrestler is the condition of Marisa Tomei’s body – this ultimately tender tale is a further example that Aronofsky doesn’t make bad films.
In On the Waterfront Brando is a hero – a fucking hero.
Pulp Fiction, whatever you think of Tarantino, is still a benchmark of cool – from Bruce’s Butch to Uma’s Mia and all the characters that make up this hip comic strip of cinematic excellence.
Sienna is better as a blonde and the characters of G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra are better as plastic figures with poseable limbs.
Action porn, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen is just an assault on the senses and not in a particularly good way, it reaches a point where you just don’t care – it numbs the brain and dulls the senses, and nobody, not even Megan Fox needs to get into that position for detailing a motorcycle…
Not much to report, watched it, but nothing really went in… I can remember thinking the bit with the Arnie look-a-like was nice, generally though Terminator Salvation filled me with apathy, it just seemed like a waste of time for everyone involved, including its viewers.
Tom Ford’s debut is as you’d expect, a master-piece of a portfolio – that said A Single Man is also smart and not just in the cut of its cloth, it has been referred to as beautiful by everyone and his faux hip fashionista fuck buddy, yet Ford has been clever – to me the film was mostly about the act of looking, seeing and watching… and how nicely does that sit with aesthetic pleasure?