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| The Band's Vist [Bikur Ha-Tizmoret] (Kolirin, 2007)IMDB LinkThe movie sounds like something 40 year old privileged, liberal white men and women would have a hard one for. An Egyptian police band goes to Israel to play a small concert, no one comes to pick them up, they go to a small town, and befriend some Israelis. Aw, Arabs and Israelis are being chummy. Why can’t the whole world just hug and make up? So much hope! Thankfully (and surprisingly), it does not actually seem to give a shit about the fact that it is Arabs and Israelis. Yeah, I guess, you can try to make every scene and character into a metaphor for Israel and Egypt and political relationships, but here is my advice. Ignore any metaphors that you can try to seek out. Forget that it is even about Arabs and Israelis. The movie could have been just as brilliant if it was about Iranians and Nepalese, or Chinese and French people, or a group of people from New York and some shitty assed town in Texas. The movie is basically about loneliness and just how all everyone needs is just some sort of human touch. Even strangers. Funny and deeply moving, “The Band’s Visit” is easily one of the most touching movies of 2007. It is the kind of movie where a scene makes you sad, but a sort of happy sad. The kind of sadness where you see a light at the end of it. “The Band’s Visit” gives you hope. Not about Israel-Middle East situation, but hope for all lonely people. And sometimes, you just feel that everyone’s lonely, and if everyone’s lonely, then everyone needs companionship, right? "You know...maybe this is how your concerto ends. I mean... not a big end with trumpets and violins, maybe this is the finish. Just like that, suddenly. Not sad, not happy. Just...a small room, a lamp, a bed, child sleeps, and...tons of loneliness." 5/5
Total Recall (Verhoeven, 1990)IMDB LinkThis movie has been on my “To-Watch List” since it was released but I never got around to it. I think I initially wanted to watch it because some of the special effects looked kind of cool and later on, I got more interested when I heard that there was a mutant woman that had three tits in it. I’ve seen enough movies with women with two tits, but never three tits, so it is definitely plus plus. “Total Recall” is a sci-fi movie about a future where you can insert memories in your brain. If you don’t want to spend money on vacationing, why not just pay a company to insert memories of the vacation in your brain, and then it feels like you have actually gone there? A brilliant idea! If this was a real invention, I would totally go for it. I have only a handful of memories, that if I ever write my biography it would be just enough to fit in a flyer. Now the movie deals with real and false memories, so we never know what is real and what is not. But it usually feels like the director actually doesn’t give a fuck either way, so it just uses Arnold Schwarzenegger badly acting throughout the movie. I usually like Arnold in the 80s and 90s action movies. Arnold had fucking manly screen presence in those days, before movie actors turned into limpy-wristed girly boys. But if I have to admit that Arnold in “Total Recall” is a bit shitty to watch, because he tries to have some range of emotions. I mean, he is great when he kills someone and finishes it off with a campy line ( “Consider that a divorce!”, “I’ll see you at the party, Ritcher!”, “Hey Benny, SCREW YOU!”). Those are classic Arnold, but everything else he does was, just, bad. Not really a classic sci-fi, but still fun. Plus, don’t forget, three tit lady. 3/5 | |
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| The Nines (August, 2007)IMDB LinkThere are some movies that are not independent and message-y enough for critics to rally behind and not that mainstream to have the support of the masses, and they risk disappearing completely. Sort of like “Stay” from 2005, which I think was a brilliant film and sadly overlooked. “The Nines” might have the same fate. It is the kind of film that I can not really talk about without fucking things up for you. Let me try to keep this as vague as possible. You know the movies where the third act where you are sure everything is not making sense and then you have the explanation twist at the end, like “Fight Club”, “Vanilla Sky”, “The Machinist”, and well, “Stay”? In “The Nines”, this happens in the first act. By the 10 minutes mark we know something is not completely right and by 20 minutes, we are sure there is more to the story. And then we try to piece everything together for the rest of the movie and it is confusing and weird, but remains comical and fun. It is a metaphysical, philosophical movie, but a light-hearted, unpretentious one. It does not seem to say that “look, these are the answers to life and universe”, but more like, “wouldn’t it be fun if these WERE the answers?”. I like philosophy, I like being confused, but I mainly like it when they are presented in a quirky, entertaining manner. An absolute classic, and like nothing you have ever seen before. Also, the sort of movie that when you understand everything at the end, you realize how everything else before that had double-meanings. Cool! 5/5
Dedication (Theroux, 2007)IMDB LinkThe first act is brilliant. Henry (Billy Crudup) is an author for children’s stories and the older Rudy (Tom Wilkinson) is the illustrator for the books. Henry is a complete mess of a human being. He is depressed, angry, rude to people, and has a lot of OCD. He has to sleep on the ground instead of a bed, and when he has panic attacks, he has to put heavy objects (such as books) on his body. The only one that seems to tolerate and understand him is Rudy, and in turn, Henry seems to look up to him as a father figure. But the movie is not interested in that relationship, so Henry is killed off, and instead he gets paired off with a new illustrator, who is a young woman. You can see where this is going. It now follows a very predictable path. Henry and the girl can’t get along, then they can, they fall in love, something goes wrong, and you know the ending. I might have loved the movie if they had stuck with what was given to us in the first and left out the trite girl saves lonely, depressed guy’s life and changes him. Not to say it still isn’t a well-acted, well-directed, and well-written movie, but the familiarity of the story keeps it average. “Henry: Life is nothing but the echo of joy disappearing into the great chasm of misery. Rudy: ... You've had better. Henry: Life is nothing but the occasional burst of laughter rising above the inerminable wail of grief. Rudy: That's my favorite.”3/5
Charlie Bartlett (Poll, 2008)IMDB LinkIt is impossible to talk about his movie and not mention “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”. The movie has certain similarities in its tone and main character, and even the title (both have the characters full name) and the poster is very similar. “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” is a movie I liked, so how about “Charlie Bartlett”? I also like. Charlie (Anton Yelchin) is from a rich family and he keeps getting expelled from private schools, so he has to attend a public school. Charlie is not necessarily a bad kid, he is very smart, and the activities he engages in that gets him excelled are things he does to be liked by other students. When the movie starts, we get to know he was expelled because he was making faking driving license ids for the students, and this has made him popular at school. When he joins the public school, his jacket and attitude puts him apart from the other students. But Charlie is smart and nice, and it does not take long before he is able to change his style sufficiently to better blend in. And then he finds out what can make him popular at school. Become a student psychiatrist. He holds sessions in the boy’s bathroom, and sells prescription drugs that he gets for himself. There is a girl in the picture. Of course. She is the daughter of the school’s principle. But the relationship between the girl and Charlie is no where near as interesting as the rivalry between her father (Robert Downey Jr.) and Charlie. It is a lot of fun to watch those two interact. And when I say rivalry, I mean a one-sided rivalry. Charlie likes everyone, and the school principle is not one of those principles from 80s movies. He is not a bad guy, it is just not easy being in charge of a school and a father of a daughter, and he feels Charlie complicating his life even more. Some of the discussions between the two are great to watch. One of the best teenage movies of 2007 and a good unofficial follow-up to “Ferris Beuller’s Day Off”. “Oh trust me doc, bringing psychiatric drugs and teenagers together is like opening a lemonade stand in the desert.”4/5
Interview (Buscemi, 2007)IMDB LinkPolitical journalist, Pierre Peders (Steve bug-eyed Buscemi), is given an assignment he is not pleased with. Instead of covering an important political situation that is unfolding in Washington, he has to interview a Paris Hilton sort of starlet. He meets with Katya (Sienna Miller) for the interview, but he keeps insulting her, and she leaves in anger. Later on, Pierre bumps his head, Katya takes him back to her apartment to put an icepack on his head, and the rest of the movie is about a communication between the two. Now when I am told to spend a full day between two characters talking to each other, I would hope I get to like them. Or if not like them, they need to have something about them for me to want to at least know more about them. Both Pierre and Katya are manipulative, rude scumbugs. The movie is directed by Buscemi, so maybe he gets to meet journalists and actresses like this, but I am not so sure I want to spend time with them. Buscemi’s films are always decent at best for me, and this one is no difference. 3/5 | |
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| Keeping the Faith (Norton, 2000)IMDB LinkThe best Edward Norton romantic comedy you can find. Well, I know that this is the only Edward Norton romantic comedy there is (does “Everyone Says I Love You” count?), and that makes my first sentence useless, but I’m confident to say that even if he had made a bunch, this would still probably be in the top list. Who would have thought that ultra-serious actor Edward Norton could do so well in such a fun and cute movie? A priest (Norton) and a rabbi (Ben Stiller) are two childhood friends, and they both are young and talented at their calling. They live in New York, and one that seems to be more at home in the New York movies before 2000s. It is released in 2000, but the movie feels older. Not in era (it is set in the present time), but in style and optimism. The cynicism that is presenting most movies nowadays seems to be completely missing from Norton’s directly debut. Life gets complicated for the priest and rabbi when their female childhood friend moves back to New York, and they both fall in love with her. It is not as cheesy as it sounds, because the plot and turn of events shows that, while the characters don’t always act in the most mature way, they aren’t being stupid either. Like most adults, they still have trouble understanding their emotions, complexities of human relationships, and friendship. All three have a good heart, and that is what makes it joyful to watch. While it gives me a certain pleasure watching assholes fuck up, it is more pleasure to watch good people try to be happy. “Keeping Faith” is a nice film, and if it was a person, I would not mind calling it whenever I’m feeling a bit unhappy. I’m sure it would listen, and genuinely care. “The truth is you can never tell yourself there is only one thing you could be. If you are a priest or if you marry a woman it's the same challenge. You cannot make a real commitment unless you accept that it's a choice that you keep making again and again and again.” 4/5 The Good Night (Paltrow, 2007)IMDB LinkI am fascinated by dreams, and I like the concept of lucid dreams (being aware that are you dreaming). I always wanted to have more lucid dreams and it seems you can train yourself to always have them, but it needs to have lots of practice. The first step is keeping a dream journal, and frankly after I wake up, the last thing I want to do is write. Gary (played by Martin Freeman from the UK Office) is unsuccessful musician who seems to be having a midlife crisis. His career is going no where and his live-in relationship with his girlfriend has lost all of its passion. But when he sleeps, he has a wonderful dream life, occupied with a beautiful, supportive, and sexual girl (Penélope Cruz, who was also Tom Cruise’s dream girl in “Vanilla Sky”). Having a choice with a perfect dream life and a boring reality, he gets more and more addicted to his dream life, reading about it and meeting a lucid dream guru. It is something I can almost sympathize with. I have a difficulty waking up and one of the main reasons is that my dream life is always better than the life I have to face when I have to face reality. Strangely, my waking life seems…well, less lively. An enjoyable film, written and directed by Jake Paltrow, but I wish that the directing part he had given over to Michael Grondy, master of dreams in film-making. "Sometimes I wish that you could just hit the sack and never wake up. If your favorite song never ended, or your best book never closed, if the emotions mustered from these things would just go on and on, who wouldn't want to stay asleep? The guy who discovers that perpetual dream, he's my man. "4/5
The Mosquito Coast (Weir, 1986)IMDB Link“The people in New York live on pet food and they'll kill you for a quarter. You don't dare take a walk for fear of someone sticking a knife in your ribs. Think about it. If you stay home, they come in through the windows! Ten year old homicidal maniacs on every street corner. They go to school! Hah! They go to school!”Allie Fox (Harrison Ford) is a smart, eccentric, and restless man. Or as described by his boss as “worst kind of pain in the neck. A know-it-all who is sometimes right”. He is angry at the state of America and is always ranting about how it has fallen. It would have been harmless rants of a small man, except that Allie Fox is much more than that. He is the kind of guy that walks the walk. So he takes his wife and kids, and they leave America, and he travels to South America buys a plot of land somewhere deep in the forests, and decides to start from the scratch. His family are not as excited as he is, but they have a lot of love and respect for him, and they put their trust in him. If he says this is the way to live, then they will try their best to live it. But when you move away to a jungle and decide to recreate civilization, it is not just eccentricity, but a sort of madness. And when you make your family live inside your sphere your madness, then it becomes a dangerous selfish act. He never sees his act like that though, Fox believes what he is doing, whether living in the jungle, or at a later stage, living near the beach, a good act, an act that is beneficial for his wife and kids. He tries to help the natives who live in the jungle, but he does it from an egomaniac point of view. He is bringing civilization to them, Allie Fox, the great white man. He is not doing it through material benefit and he is not a lazy guy (he physically and mentally works the hardest), but maybe that is what makes guys like Fox so dangerous. He is hardworking, brave, smart, but he is one foot outside of society. This is why society teaches us to conform, because non-conformity, when backed by intelligence and dedication, can be dangerous. In a way, Allie Fox is very much like Tyler Durden. There’s your movie. Tyler Durden with a family. “We eat when we're not hungry, drink when we're not thirsty. We buy what we don't need and throw away everything that's useful. Why sell a man what he wants? Sell him what he doesn't need. Pretend he's got eight legs and two stomachs and money to burn. It's wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.”4/5
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|  Body of Lies (Scott, 2008)IMDB LinkRidley Scott is a bit late on the War of Terror movies. I mean, it is 2008, we already had a surge of these movies, once America got over 9/11 and they stopped having panic attacks whenever there was any reference to terrorism in their movies. But I have to say that Scott’s “Body of Lies” might easily be one of the best War on Terror movies. It is neither USA! USA! USA! or patronizingly PC, but remains an intelligent, thrilling, spy movie. Leonardo DiCaprio is slowly looking more and more mature with every role, and I think is one of his few roles where I think his baby face does not completely kill my immersion of his character. He still grows a beard and wears a scowl to look tough, but I think, it is fine here, because his character is supposed to be a young, CIA who has risen fast in the ranks. His boss, Russel Crowe, does a fine job. Here is a character that is involved in the War on Terror, but treats it like a job. He is dedicated to it, but he is not sentimental. He is able to chat on the phone about killing innocent people while at the same time taking pictures of his kids playing soccer. He never gets angry or looks dangerous, but Crowe plays the role with such confidence, that you always feel the power his character holds. My favorite probably is Mark Strong playing the role of Hani, the head of secret Jordian intelligence team. He is classy, well-spoken, calm, and acts with complete self-assurance when handling difficult situations. Finally we have a War on Terror movie, where the Arab intelligence guy is better at his job than the Americans. Usually, the Arabs are completely incompetent and need the American’s help (I’m looking at you, “The Kingdom”). And aww, I can’t forget Golshifteh Farahani. Beautiful Iranian actress. It’s nice to see Iranians getting a bit of screen time, and she’s cute too. Yay, Farahini. “You've got to decide which side of the cross you're on. I need nailers, not hangers.”4/5
Stuck (Gordon, 2007)IMDB LinkIf I am ever driving late at night and accidentally hit someone, and I think they’re killed, I will probably leave the scene if I think I can get away with it. I know some people think this is immoral, but I don’t see how I being punished will anyway help the person. There are those who say how I will sleep at night, but I will probably sleep better in my room than in prison. But here is where I would not drive away. I’m drunk and on drugs, driving home, and BAM! I hit a homeless guy, who falls through my windshield, and gets stuck there. I’m fucking not driving away from the scene with a guy stuck in my windshield! In “Stuck” (now you know what the word is in reference to!), a young nurse is in the exact same position and drives home, so that the accident will not ruin her life. Once she enters her garage, she realizes that the man is still alive, but she just leaves him there. The movie then has a sort of “Misery” feel to it, with the man trying to someone pull himself out of the windshield, while the nurse remains remorseless. She even tries to get her boyfriend to help her find a solution to her problem. Okay, you know what’s stranger than the concept here? The fact that it is based on a true story. Here is a quotation from wikipedia on the actual event: “The incident occurred on October 26, 2001 when Mallard's car struck him; at the time Mallard was believed to have been driving while intoxicated by drugs and alcohol. The force of the impact sent Biggs flying through the windshield, lodging him there.
Mallard then drove home, leaving the injured Biggs stuck in her windshield, and parked her car in her garage. She then went inside, had sex with her boyfriend, and over the next day or so checked on the man still stuck in her windshield. After the accident Mallard did not notify the police nor did she get Biggs any medical attention.”How insane is that? When reality is so insane, it seems that no matter how strange and ridiculous plots seem to be, it is still possible in real life. Except “Deep Impact”, Morgan Freeman, a black person, as the President of United States? That will never happen! (Pretend this review is written ten years back) 3/5 Dylan Moran: Monster (Matheson, 2004)IMDB LinkThere is like only a tiny bit of stand-up comedies I like, and the only reason I even watch them, is because those few ones I do enjoy, I enjoy a lot. Most are garbage though and some, like Dylan Moran’s “Monster” is not bad. I don’t think there were any scene where I ell oh elled, but at least I did not hurt my eyes from rolling them every few seconds like I do with most stand up comedies. A few of Moran’s random ramblings were amusing, but I didn’t like it when he fell in the same, typical comedy that everyone does. The difference between the genders, I like alcohol, I don’t get rap music, and so on. Never liked his show, “Black Books”, either, so the likelihood for me liking this was probably low anyway. 2/5
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| War Dance (Fine & Nix, 2007) IMDB LinkWhile this documentary is called “War Dance”, you need to look at it more as “War/Dance” as it is about two documentaries. What do people dig in documentaries nowadays? Everyone likes sad stories about kids in war zones and they also like inspirational stories about competitions. The filmmakers behind this documentary where “ah-ha!” and decided to mix the two. Instant festival success. No surprise there. Children in Northern Uganda are living in refugee camps, because of rebel attacks on their lands. They are poor, some are orphaned, and some kids were forced into being child soldiers. This is WAR part of the documentary. The DANCE part is how schools all around Uganda are entering in a Music and Dance festival, and the school in this refugee camp is also participating. The WAR parts are basically the director grabbing you in a bear hug and screaming at you, “CRY!! THIS IS SAD!! BE EMOTIONAL!!”. You have kids stare at the camera, telling you in detail how their parents got beheaded, and then cut to scenes of clouds and rain and broken windows and close-ups of the child crying in grayed out colors. It didn’t work for me. I can be manipulated but only by directors who really are able to do it extremely well. These film-makers failed. The cuts to darker scenes were obvious and I thought failed. And for some reason, what the kids were saying sounded…scripted. I’m not saying they were lying, but I’m guessing the directors asked them extremely guided questions, that it felt like what the children were saying was for the benefits of a western audience. There were also a couple of times where the children were telling us that what they just told us, they had never told anyone before. What was the point of these? That the filmmakers were bringing us EXCLUSIVE SCOOP? Because all it did was make me feel that the filmmakers were exploiting them. Now the competition part was a lot more fun, because it seemed to treat its characters with more respect. They are not just characters in a charity website anymore, but actual children with normal aspirations. Children everywhere want to be win, make their community proud, and be good at what they enjoy. I liked watching the children trying their best, and the reason I enjoyed it was the reason I enjoy watching most competition documentaries. The people involved are always so passionate about what they do, that it makes me feel excited enjoying it with them. The traditional Ugandan dances were a lot of fun to watch (crazy and wild stuff!) and the boy who wanted to be the best xylophone player in Northern Uganda made me appreciate xylophone’s more. Shit’s cool, they need to incorporate it in heavy metal concerts. Oh, yeah, one last thing. Does it make me an awful person if I could not tell the African kids apart? They were all skinny and bald, I sometimes couldn’t even figure out their gender, much less who was who. Sorry, Africa. 3/5
Kung fu Panda (Osborne/Stevenson, 2008)IMDB Link“I just ate, so I'm still digesting, so my kung fu may not be as good as later on.”This animated movie sure has a lot of name actors and actresses lending their voices. It has Jack Black, Dustin Hoffman, Angelina Jolie, Jackie Chan, Lucy Lui, David Cross, Seth Rogen, and probably the couple other names are also big names, but not instantly familiar to me. This is silly. Aside from Jack Black and Dustin Hoffman, most of the rest don’t really have that many lines to say. So why have Angelina Jolie et al in it? I’m not a big fan of such moves, because they actually take away from a movie. Not every name is right for the role and it seems to take away from better suited people who could do a lot more with their voices. The movie is a lot of fun, but we need to understand that’s all it is. Don’t put it in the same league of some of the Pixar classics (“The Incredibles” and “Wall-E” for example), and it is easier to enjoy it. Aside from Pixar, most animated features have been usually forgettable, and I would say that “Kung Fu Panda” is funny and entertaining to watch, and I know that it has become a favorite of my younger brother and his friend. It is almost a biological fact that almost all boys like Kung Fu from when they are six years old to…I think 45 year old men. 3/5 | |
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| 25th Hour (Lee, 2002)IMDB LinkFive years ago, I went to jail for DUI (I wish it was something more awesomer than just being drunk). Because of the strict laws in Dubai, I was sent to the main jail for 26 days. I had an appeal, came out for a week, went to court, lost, and went back in. One of the most difficult parts of being sent back was the day before. In “25th Hour”, Monty (Edward Norton) is going to prison for seven years after being busted for drug dealing. I’m not saying Monty and Madali were in the same boat, as that he is being sent to jail for 7 years and I went in only for 26 days, but I have a point of reference at least. Once you go to jail, you’re in, it’s done, the process of waiting begins, and your mind is set in somehow making sure the time passes by. The day before itself is painful. Your mind plays a million sceneries on how your life will play out once in jail. The day you were caught plays over and over in your mind, and how many different paths you could have taken for it not to lead to this. You feel ashamed of looking into the eyes of your friends and family, yet you have to act nonchalant and strong, to fool yourself and to reassure people who care about you. You feel confused about how badly you want this experience to be over but you don’t want this last day to finish. But once you get it, it is resignation, and it is actually easier. This personal story was to show you that to me “25th Hour” has a slight feeling of familiarity. That does not mean you have to be a tattooed, muscled, skinhead criminal like me to appreciate it, because the movie is a great snapshot of life. Not just about Morgan’s day, but about the day of his closest friends, and about the decisions everyone makes every second of their lives. Edward Norton’s rant in the middle of the movie is already a classic and one that will be remembered and brought up for decades to come. Just let not that scene overshadow other scenes. Morgan’s father (Brian Cox) has a brilliant monologue scene too, and it’s full of hope and possibilities, and it is beautifully written and voiced. Others, such as Philip Seymour Hoffman and Barry Pepper, have their own moments to shine. “Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.” 4/5
The New World (Malick, 2006) IMDB LinkHere is a movie with all ingredients of a beautiful film. But film is not cake, and it’s not ingredients alone that make a film exceptional to me. Here are the ingredients: 1) Important soundtrack. You have Wagner and Mozart, for example. Impressive. Very epic. 2) Lots of shots of nature. Open skies, trees, sunshines. So gorgeous. 3) Voice-over, but spoken softly and poetically. 4) It is long. You can not have anything epic at 90 minutes, has to at least be 2 hours. None of these impresses me. Nor does the love story of two young people in conflicting tribes have ever impressed me. Whether it is John or the Pocahontas, I find them putting love above their people childish and not something that puts me in awe and wonder of love. There are hardly any characters. Almost all of them are empty vessels, not even important or interesting enough to prop the movie along. But even the main characters are not more than just excuses for supposedly poetic voice-overs. Again, I am not very impressed with lines such as “What else is life but being near you!”, “You flow through me, like a river.”, “He is like a tree. He shelters me. I lie in his shade.”Here is another thing that leaves me unimpressed. The story itself. The cultural interest in Pocahontas started because the west loved the idea that a heathen savage could risk everything to save a white man, then be brought to England, to be thought English, learn how to dress like a white woman, and be baptized and renamed as a Christian. I admit that I’m still idealist enough to have such stories leave a bad taste in my mouth. A more apathetic person might not even notice such things, and more power to them. The IMDB trivia page for this page has such trivia such as, "Native American cast members had to learn the Algonquin language. 3000 people speak this language today, many of whom were hired by producers to teach cast members." and "All actors were required to lose 20 pounds in a month and then went to boot camp where they learned to use artillery weapons and live like the settlers". Okay, with all this attempts to be authentic, did someone just forgot to tell Colin Farrell that Captain Smith was not Irish? I could barely even understand his garbled voice over because of his stupid accent. Oh yeah, let's have the crew members spend time in boot camp and learn Algonquin, but no one teach Colin Farrell to have a proper accent. This review has so far being extremely critical, but that’s only to bring down the movie’s obvious self-importance. It is not to say the movie is not good. It IS done well, DOES have beautiful shots, and will certainly appeal to a lot of people. Not myself though. To me, beautiful can not be forced so much. It has to come effortlessly; otherwise there is a carefulness and deliberateness that to me undermines the beauty and poetic nature that it tries to convey. Wait, that last sentence of mine really does not make much of a sense, but whatever, I’m not getting paid for these reviews, so I’m not going to try to think that much harder. Oh, one last thing. The girl playing Pocahontas was 14 years old. See, 14 year old girls are totally fuckable, but people just try to somehow not acknowledge that anymore. 2/5
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| Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen (Sugarman, 2004)IMDB Link
A movie called "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen" is in no way targeted towards me. There are many parts of it that I did not like, but it would be stupid of me to mention it, because that is the whole point of the movie. It would be like watching gay porn called “The Gayfather” or “One Blew Over the Cock's Nest” and complain that it has homosexuality. Well, obviously this movie is cheesy and stupid and sappy and whatever, but it wears its intentions on its sleeve, and it is called “Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen”, what the fuck do does one expect? And to be perfectly honest, it was actually kind of amusing even for me. I do appreciate a teenage movie that understands that teenagers are drama queen, unlike most other teenage movies. Also, I like looking at Lindsay Lohan. I know she eventually crashed like the WTC buildings, but in 2004, she was still delicious. "I sunk into a depression only Hamlet would recognize."3/5
How to Keep My Love [Nae namjaui romance] (Je-hyeon Park, 2004) IMDB LinkIf a movie released in 2004 does not have any user comments in IMDB or any external reviews from that site, there is a pretty damn good reason. The reason is almost exclusively that it sucks. And does not suck enough for it to be memorable. “How to Keep My Love” is an astonishingly average South Korean romantic-comedy. I bet if you go to a DVD store in South Korea, and go to the romantic-comedy section, there will be dozens of movies like this. I am almost sure that if I wait a few days to write this review, I would not even know what to write because I would have forgotten everything. Twenty something woman is part of a small group of friends who are sort of losers. Typical American sitcom friends, the kinds of friends who have not amounted to much, are good-hearted, and have relationship issues. The woman herself has relationship issues of sorts. She is with a guy for the last seven years and wishes he would propose to her, but suddenly, a famous actress falls into the picture. Her boyfriend is getting close to her, so she gets jealous, and you have your typical famous actress scene where she hangs out with the friends and talks about how she never had friends, because she was acting since she was a child. You watch movies like this and whatever that crap with Julia Roberts was, and you think Angelina Jolie would have a blast in my house, playing cards with my friends and playing Wii Sports, because poor famous actresses, they just don’t live the great life we lead. 2/5
Take Care of My Cat [Goyangileul butaghae] (Jeong, 2001) IMDB LinkThis is like “The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants” South Korean style. Just kidding, I have not watched that movie and don’t really have a big idea what it is about. Also, I don’t think they are the same anyway. It is about five classmates who used to be BFF4EVA but they have grown apart now that they are in their early or late 20s (not sure, Far-East Asians look the same from 10 years old to 40). Surprisingly, the movie is NOT about the friends gossiping about guys and makeup and shopping. It really shouldn’t have been surprising that it wasn’t about that, but in a way, I live in 1954, and I still find it surprising when a film about adult women has them having similar problems as adult men. Like worrying about how you haven’t really amounted to everything, which appears the problem of every young adult in the world. It is a bit long at 2 hours and a bit tiring because it bounces from one character to another. But it is not really dull. It never gets sentimental or manipulative, it treats its characters with the kind of respect and attention everyone deserves, even if they do not really have an interesting life. 3/5
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| Five Dedicated to Ozu (Kiarostami, 2003)IMDB LinkThe film industry has two sides. The mainstream and the non-mainstream. The former is usually backed by the average filmgoer, while the non-mainstream has the critic’s love. Both can be good, and both can be painfully bad. At least with mainstream, you don’t have much pretentious and hypocrisy among its viewers. While critics generally have better taste, I find them sometimes hypocritical in their approach to cinema. They are obsessed with directors rather than films. Obsessed with how their approach to film reflects on them as critics. Abbas Kiarostami’s “Five” is a monumental waste of time. Let me explain exactly what this film is about before I continue. It is about five different long shots, from a digital camera. First one is a piece of wood on the beach. 10 minutes. Then we have people walking back and forth in front of the camera near the beach. No dialogue. 10 minutes. Couple of dogs near the beach doing nothing. 15 minutes. Ducks walking back and forth on the beach. 7 minutes. Complete darkness, I can barely make out some water. Rest of the movie. This is bullshit. The question that you should ask is, would this movie be produced, released, and reviewed if it was by a no-name director? Of course not. I can understand director’s name being important in the mainstream industry, because it automatically might attract audience members, but film critics should be unforgiving with such movies. A movie like this takes away from the work on new directors. Kiarostami and the critics are damaging the industry. Here are some lines from reviews I found, “Adjust to Five's contemplative rhythms, and you have the pleasure of seeing and hearing the world anew.”
“In a series of five long, immobile takes, Kiarostami develops seemingly random actions into oblique mini-narratives, or perhaps he stimulates our storytelling impulses and lets us do the rest.”
“The end result, combined with the absence of any narrative, is that almost every movement onscreen has some small meaning or significance, and the film acts to simply draw our attention towards aspects of the natural world that we take for granted.”
“Using sound and brief bursts of editing in a masterly fashion, the film presents the build up to a thunderstorm as a primal, magical experience, and it's surprising how much impact the final sunrise across the water has after nearly 15 minutes of darkness.”
“And, if you are patient, you begin to notice life as you never have: in the case of Five, you become so accustomed to the minimalism that any small change, like the log breaking in two, becomes a dramatic event.’
“The films are far from uneventful – it’s just that your idea of what constitutes an "event" may need to be readjusted, and if you are able to make that adjustment, the films can becomes a fascinating, captivating and entrancing experience.”
“You could liken Five to recent albums by Wilco and Radiohead that boldly resist the narrow box of pop music.”
“There are five dozen ways to look at "Five," but the place to start is to treat the five images as a kind of net to pour your intellect through and see what gets caught.”It is movies like these that I find that mainstream and non-mainstream are two sides of the same coin. Both can be enjoyable, both can be bad, and both have fans that are stupid. To truly enjoy movies, I think you need to remove the line between the two, and watch them for what they are. Don’t try to work so hard to derive meaning from movies that don’t provide them. If you can get something deep out of “Five”, you can as easily get it out of “Die Hard” or “Toy Story”. 0/5
The Keeper: The Legend of Omar Khayyam (Mashayekh, 2005)IMDB LinkIt is only 15 minutes in the movie, and I have sufficient reason to dislike it. I figure I might as well start the review so I have something to do. I appreciate Iranian-American director, Kayvan Mashayekh, making a movie about Omar Khayyam. The guy was a Persian powerhouse, mathematician, scientist, astronomer, and poet. There are very few movies and interest in important Persian figures, and it is great that an Iranian director does something in that regard. But I would rather no movie on Omar Khayyam rather than have something like this. It is just so cheesy. They don’t even start from Omar’s era. But no, it starts from a modern Iranian-American family in USA, one of the sons is sick in hospital, and he tells the tale of Omar Khayyam to his small brother. Then there is one of those shitty visual ripples, and the move goes to Khayyam’s era (around the 10th century) in Persia, and they all speak in English. There is zero authenticity. Khayyam is played by Bruno Lastra. I don’t know where Bruno is from, but it is certainly not Iran. It does not seem that playing Khayyam was that helpful to Lastra’s career, as I can see that in 2007, he had the distinguished role of “Italian Slickster #2” in “The Good Night”. I think it is annoying that an Iranian director fills his movie with non-Iranians to play the parts of Iranians. It’s not like the producers needed the star name or acting ability of actors whose portfolio consisted of roles such as Homeless Man, Singer, Diplomat, etc. If you are going to have crappy, non-name actors, might as well make then Iranians. I’m now thirty minutes into the movie and now director Mashayekh has done a brilliant job of making me lose interest in Omar Khayyam. The whole thing is just so…American. I’ll finish it and let’s see if there is anything I can add by the end of the movie. Still 40 minutes left. The movie is mostly about Omar’s love for Darya, a slave girl. This movie is so bad. Something else to get on my nerves. I remember the movie started by how throughout Persian traditional, there was always a family member who kept history alive through storytelling, and the title “The Keeper” is about people in Iranian families who keep this traditional arrive, like the big brother. This is especially stupid, since Iranians do have…books. You don’t need a Keeper that verbally retells the story of Omar Khayyam to the younger generation so it doesn’t get lost. He could just give the younger generation a copy of “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam“, his extremely famous book. I even have an English translation of it in my room. The west does not have Keepers in their family to tell the story of Shakespeare or Homer to the younger generation, so why does the director think Iranians do? Is it just more exotic to think of Iranians like that? Haha, cut to present Iran. Everyone is wearing black, people are selling carpets and vegetables on the road, and everywhere is goats. I guess, American-Iranians know as much about Iran as Americans Back to Omar. “Does it surprise you I have so many followers?” I count ten people. If you don’t have enough money to hire more than ten people, don’t make such statements. 1/5
Kandahar [Safar e Ghandehar] (Makhmalbaf, 2001) IMDB LinkMan, the worst thing about this movie is the occasional background musical chants. In this pseudo-documentary movie by Makhmalbaf, traditional background musical is almost a necessity in movies like this, but man, are they grating to listen to sometimes. It is an important movie, and I give props to Makhmalfbaf to make a movie about life under the Taliban in Afghanistan before Taliban became the world’s hot topic. I can respect the man for taking up the cause of a country that was generally ignored before the attacks. That still does not change the fact the movie is…well, boring. It is fiction about an Afghani born in Canada who is going to Afghanistan to save her, after her sister has sent her a letter claiming that she will kill herself on the next eclipse. That plot-line is uninteresting and they should have either gone the completely documentary path or told a story from the perspective of a person living there. The movie has several scenes, not really connected to the plot itself, about how people live in Afghanistan. Makhmalbaf is able to show them to us and we learn something about life in Afghanistan from it, but he does not add life to it. This just goes to show that good intention alone does not make a good movie. 2/5
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| The Color of Paradise [Rang-e khoda] (Majidi, 1999)IMDB LinkWhen Majid Majid’s movie begins with blind children, I was like, okay, so it is going to be one of THOSE movies, where I’m supposed to automatically feel sad because I’m shown handicapped children. You have to do better than that Mr Majidi to break through MY wall! It starts with a boarding school for blind children. School has just ended, and the parents come to take their children, except poor Mohammad. He waits for his father who is late and looks lonely. Still nothing, Majid. Now Mohammad wanders in the gardens near his school, finds a small bird, puts it in his palms, blindly climbs a tree, and puts the baby bird back in its nest. Mr Majidi, I’m rolling my eyes! You can do better than this. And he does, when the father comes, and the boy finds his hands, starts crying, and says, “I thought you weren’t coming.” That was done so well, that it actually got to me. From then on, the movie picked up. Well, “up” is the wrong word, because the movie just flowed on. Mohammad is taken to his village, a place so green and full of flowers, that I almost wanted to quit my job and go to Iran! The movie remains both beautiful to look at and sad to watch. Mohammad’s father does not really seem to love Mohammad that much. Not through any sort of cruelness or arrogance, but just because he is a poor and miserable man. He has lost his wife recently and does not have a strong enough character to be able to love his child. In one scene, he releases all his frustration and pent-up anger to his mother. It is a scene that is powerful and full of emotion from a rather quiet character. Mohammad has a similar scene, and it is even better. It is the one part of the movie that, and I’m not ashamed to say this, almost got me to cry. I would not be surprised if this scene does not make a lot of less cynical people cry. Because of the visuals, I’d love to watch this again on the big screen. And because of certain heart-wrenching scenes, I’d love to take a soft-hearted date with me. 4/5
The Lizard [Marmoulak] (Tabrizi, 2004)IMDB LinkOnly a movie like this can be made in a complex and schizophrenic country like Iran. It was first approved by the government before released. Then there were complications over its released. Then released to a smash hit, being an instant sensation in Iran. For a month. It was banned. Actually, it says that in wikipedia, from my memory, I remember rumors of it being banned and then allowed again, and then again banned. It seemed there were two groups in the government, does who wanted it to be released and does that didn’t. It is easy to see why it was banned. Reza is a criminal and when he is sent to jail, he steals a cleric’s robes, and escapes from prisoner. He wants to jump the border, so he travels by train to a village near the border, all the while in his robe. When he gets there, the village mistakenly assumes he is the new cleric sent for their mosque, and he has to pretend he is a cleric. This means the movie makes a lot of jokes at the expense of clerics, and about generally taboo subjects, such as the clergy, praying, singing in mosques, and so on. It is no way anti-religious though, if anything, it is the kind of movies that warm people to Islam. The criminal-as-cleric is not an evil character and religion is never shown to be bad, just misunderstood. An early cleric in the movie tells Reza that there are as many paths to reach God as there are number of people. The movie seems to take this too heart. The funniest parts of it to me are the two young religious men who follow Reza around. One seems to almost have a male-crush on the pretend-cleric, while the other keeps taking notes and asking strange questions, like how do you pray in the North Pole when there are six months night and six months day? Or how do you do the ablution (wudu) in space? Can man and woman touch in space since they are not on land? Yes, but it is better to get temporary married, just to be on the safe side. Good to know! Talk of the town among Iranians in 2004, and it is still a movie you can be sure most Iranians have watched. 4/5
The Wind Will Carry Us [Bad ma ra khahad bord] (Kiarostami, 1999)IMDB LinkThrough his highly spiritual film, Abbas Kiriastami is able to challenge the hectic and frantic existence of the impersonal modernity with the tranquility and humanity of a traditional life. The main character visits the peaceful village with a heard but unseen crew to document the death of an old woman who is on her death bed, but as the woman lingers on, this modern man is faced with a psychologically emotional dilemma. Does his morale center wish for the woman’s health or does his progressive, professional being desire her death, for him to be able to complete his job, which is center to the being of a 21st century man. Kiriastami’s poetic film challenges the viewer with the overflowing energy of nothingness and at times the lack of plot is an excess of life. Haha, just kidding, the movie bored the fuck out of me like most of Kiriastami’s movies, no matter how much critical praise they seem to get. 2/5 | |
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| Max Payne (Moore, 2008) IMDB LinkThese were the sort of things on my mind while I was watching Max Payne: 1) Mila Kunis trying to act tough. How adorable. Like a puppy carrying a switch blade. 2) I could have sworn Mark Wahlberg knew how to act, so what’s going on? 3) I wonder if I should play the game. 4) I wonder what games I should play on my WII. 5) What should I eat for dinner? 6) This popcorn is not finishing. 7) This scene has them in a café and there is a billboard with the prices. Man, shit in USA seems expensive. Here a shawarma is only 3 dhs! 8) Only 45 minutes has passed. 9) Still 20 minutes left. 10) I wish I was working rather than watching this. 11) How can this 90 minutes movie be actually 4 hours? Have the filmmakers somehow been able to bend space and time? 12) This is so deadening that the lack of thought is somehow getting me closer to enlightenment. 1/5
Low Heights [Ertefae Past] (Hatamikia, 2002)IMDB LinkMovie was made in 2002, just a year after the September attacks. Iran also seemed to want to handle stories of hijackers. Ghasem (Hamid Farokhnezhad) hijacks a plane, not for political or religious reasons, but because he once to force the plane to go outside of Iranian borders, so he can be a refugee somewhere else. He has given up any attempt of life in Iran, and assumes he will be better able to provide for himself and his family in a different country. The plane is a small plane (I’ve flown in similar smaller planes when I go to my hometown in Iran), and he decides to fill it with his family members. What he does is buy tickets for his wife’s siblings and cousins, and tells them that he has found work for them in another part of Iran. This means that around half the plane’s passengers are in his own family. He hoped that by doing this, it would be easier to hijack the plane. His wife is pregnant and he also has a sick young boy, and this is his last hope of taking care of them. The director is not on new grounds. He made a similar movie several in 1997 (“The Glass Agency”) about a veteran who holds hostages in a travel agency, when he can’t get visa to fly abroad for his sick friend. I found that movie vastly superior as it was more personal and touching. Here he sometimes makes his movie a bit overtly melodramatic. It is always interesting to watch movies about people who go to great lengths because of desperation, but I found Ghasem’s situation less sympathetic than others. He buys tickets for his family members, deceives them, and then hijacks the plane. That’s low, man, super low. 3/5
One More Day [Yek rouz bishtar] (Payami, 1999)IMDB LinkWhat an astonishing display of a shit film. The movie is only an hour long but I could have sworn that I was watching it for days. Movie is extremely slow and I think most of the action involves the guy lighting his cigarette. I wasn’t really able to follow the story very well because of how dull and boring it was that I just kept being distracted with interesting things in my room, like my pen and my keys. I also think the movie gave me fever. I’m not joking. The only way to dissuade people from watching movies like these is to show them positive reviews by fans. Look at this comment from IMDB by someone who gave it full stars. The subject of the review is “The Transience of Possibilities” “Movingly sensitive portrayal of the momentary contacts of those who cannot, or may not, commit themselves to a relationship, the emotionally dispossessed who yearn for some kind of compassion and closeness. Realistically filmed on the streets of Teheran, it is a ponderous, deliberate film, that requires sensitivity and contemplation from the viewer.
In some ways the film is fragmentary, and it is difficult to understand exactly what the circumstances of the protagonists are, there is a lot that is not shown, only vaguely alluded to, but that kind of enigmatic mystery is integral to such fleeting and fragile encounters, and it lends further authenticity to a film that rings absolutely true.
Rather than trying to work out exactly how things fit together, I just observed the gracefully accomplished photography, the symbols of time passing and the barriers between people, and let myself sense the slightly melancholy atmosphere the film evokes, the foreshadowing of life to be plodded or ground away to the sound of an empty bus labouring along its route.”Haha, does that in any way make you want to watch the movie? 1/5 | |
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