tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19129279352491315292024-03-10T18:38:21.420-07:00MOVIE REVIEWSMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-67190923174548188282024-02-27T12:03:00.000-08:002024-02-27T12:03:40.457-08:00Oppenheimer (2023)<p>The biographical film about the father of the atomic bomb, directed by the famous director of Memento, Interstellar, and Dunkirk, is undoubtedly ambitious, but that does not guarantee that it is the best.</p><p>In this film directed and written by Christopher Nolan, based on the Pulitzer Prize-winning book "American Prometheus," a biography of J. Robert Oppenheimer written by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin and published in 2005, the family life of the American physicist is not addressed. Thanks to an excellent editing job by Jennifer Lame (Frances Ha, Midsommar, Tenet), what is presented is a frenetic and grandiose political thriller filmed in IMAX that tries to capture some moments of his formation and delve into his privileged mind.</p><p>But beyond being a film about Oppenheimer's life, Nolan's focus is on the creation of the first atomic bomb, just like "Fat Man and Little Boy," Roland Joffé's forgotten 1989 film in which Dwight Shultz (the crazy Murdock from the series The A-Team) played Oppenheimer. Unlike "Barefoot Gen," the gruesome 1983 anime about the dropping of the atomic bomb on the city of Hiroshima, the tragic incident that led to Japan's surrender, this terrible event is only mentioned but not shown. Those who expected to see Tom Hardy masked and piloting the Enola Gay will be greatly disappointed.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3Y2087T4bp-5I-E3rOGuGxUVn0P0_jDwJXkenmXDdUt89bsWNF_csaU0pTWDotUgtzRZf5ROf5SbHPFxiPE7f8WBz5YKDkHNxs_7hXut6S7IuAhedkzHwS9vTykyKGAebY6WgomF9dxfBmdsyEJIAY686x6gEOIIb9Laa9PPVRHEZOO8rcQ2YxSwqB8/s3454/Oppenheimer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3454" data-original-width="2331" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3Y2087T4bp-5I-E3rOGuGxUVn0P0_jDwJXkenmXDdUt89bsWNF_csaU0pTWDotUgtzRZf5ROf5SbHPFxiPE7f8WBz5YKDkHNxs_7hXut6S7IuAhedkzHwS9vTykyKGAebY6WgomF9dxfBmdsyEJIAY686x6gEOIIb9Laa9PPVRHEZOO8rcQ2YxSwqB8/w432-h640/Oppenheimer.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br /><p>During World War II, with the fear that the Germans could develop nuclear weapons, the United States initiated the Manhattan Project, a secret program aimed at developing the atomic bomb. In 1942, Oppenheimer was appointed scientific director of the project due to his experience and leadership, and he brought together a group of outstanding scientists at the Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico, where they worked on the design and development of the weapon of mass destruction. Under his direction, two types of bombs were produced: an enriched uranium bomb called "Little Boy" and a plutonium bomb known as "Fat Man" (hence the title of Joffé's film).</p><p>In 1945, the first successful nuclear test was conducted in Alamogordo, New Mexico, which is captured in Nolan's film with all its splendor and power. After President Harry S. Truman authorized the dropping of the two bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Oppenheimer became an American hero and received numerous honors and awards for his work. However, during the Cold War, the physicist was accused of being a sympathizer of the Communist Party, and his political background was investigated by the United States government. In 1954, Oppenheimer was stripped of his security clearance due to his opinions and political leanings of the past. This entire process is a central part of the film.</p><p>The fragmented narrative structure characteristic of Nolan is present, although not in such a complex and sophisticated way as in Memento and Dunkirk (still his best films to date). In fact, the way the story of the Manhattan Project and the persecution of Oppenheimer is told reminds us of JFK, Oliver Stone's paranoid 1991 film about the conspiracy behind the assassination of John F. Kennedy.</p><p>Sadly, Nolan's Achilles' heel, which is deafening music that doesn't allow us to think but does give his films an epic and overwhelming dimension (think of Inception), is more than present here. In Dunkirk, the musical resource was used precisely and intelligently by Hans Zimmer, but in Oppenheimer, the score by Ludwig Göransson is overacted and, like a giant vase in the center of the table, prevents us from seeing what is happening.</p><p>But this does not mean that Nolan's film is a disappointing work, far from it. It is exaggerated to say that this is his best work, but it is not to say that this is his biggest film in every sense. The best of Oppenheimer is found in the masterful sequence of the first detonation in Alamogordo, which includes a visual and sound design that reminds us why Christopher Nolan is so highly regarded. However, it is worth remembering that David Lynch had already taken us into the nuclear hell, in a grandiose and avant-garde chapter of his third season of Twin Peaks, even though the intentions of the two directors were very different.</p><p>But Oppenheimer's power also lies in its performances. Cillian Murphy uses the stoicism, introversion, traumas, and mystery that he brought to the mafioso Thomas Shelby in the excellent series Peaky Blinders, to craft his portrait of the New York physicist. Murphy's Oppenheimer is egotistical and irresponsible, as described by Lieutenant General Leslie Groves (played with ferocity by Paul Newman in Joffé's film and here in a gentler way by Matt Damon), but he is also one of those people with a privileged brain who sees the world differently (Nolan manages to show this eloquently) and a person whose love for science makes him forget a fundamental principle, which is that rationality must always ensure the progress and well-being of humanity. As this film shows, Oppenheimer learns the lesson, but he does so too late.</p><p>However, the best performance in the film (and of the year) is that of Robert Downey Jr., who sheds his superhero armor to become the viperous Lewis Strauss, the not-so-humble shoe salesman who ended up leading the United States Atomic Energy Commission and who is portrayed here as a Judas to Oppenheimer. Downey had already shown an impressive acting caliber by embodying Chaplin in Richard Attenborough's 1992 film (a task that was not easy), and as Joseph Wershba in George Clooney's masterpiece Good Night, and Good Luck (one of the best films about journalism of all time). But his portrayal of Strauss is splendid and should be recognized at the next Academy Awards.</p><p>The women in Oppenheimer's life (a person who was unfaithful and womanizing, contrary to the stereotypes with which scientists are described) also stand out in Nolan's film. Florence Pugh perfectly embodies Jean Tatlock, the psychiatrist and member of the American Communist Party with whom Oppenheimer had an intense and tumultuous relationship (curiously, this is the most sexual film in the director's filmography). And Emily Blunt is magnificent as Katherine Oppenheimer, the alcoholic and tolerant but combative spirit wife.</p><p>
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</p><p>The similarities with Stone's JFK are not limited to the bombardment of flashbacks and flashforwards or to the combination of color and black-and-white scenes (courtesy of the talented cinematographer Hoyte van Hoytema, a regular collaborator of Nolan), but also to the strategy carried out by Oliver Stone of summoning an extensive cast of stars who are called upon to play brief roles with a precise and necessary forcefulness so that viewers can easily recognize who is who.</p><p>This is the case of Jason Clarke, who unleashes tremendous energy as Roger Robb, a member of the audience who reviewed Oppenheimer's political activities; Gary Oldman is diabolical as President Harry S. Truman; Josh Harnett reminds us what a good actor he is as nuclear chemist Ernest Orlando Lawrence; the pleasantly welcomed Casey Affleck and Dane DeHaan are paranoia personified playing military Boris Pash and Kenneth Nichols, respectively.</p><p>Kenneth Branagh gives the necessary air of respect and dignity to Danish physicist Niels Bohr; Matthew Modine is on point as engineer Vannevar Bush; David D</p><p>astmalchian is pure venom as William Borden, the person who accused Oppenheimer of endangering American interests; veteran James Remar gives weight to statesman Henry L. Stimson; and Benny Safdie (one of the directing brothers of the magnificent Uncut Gems and Good Time) embodies physicist Edward Teller, the father of the H-bomb, as a man on the brink of sociopathy. Alongside them, we find Jack Quaid from The Boys as physicist Richard Feynman; Rami Malek as David Hill, the man who will become one of Oppenheimer's main defenders; and Tom Conti returns to the cinema playing none other than Albert Einstein.</p><p>Contrary to what social media wants us to believe, Oppenheimer is not one of those movies for teenagers (or for adults with a teenager mentality) that dominate the multiplexes (its parallelism with Barbie is absurd). Nolan's film is made by adults for adults, and it is a blessing that this story did not fall into the jingoistic and biased hands of Michael Bay, the director of the infamous Pearl Harbor.</p><p>However, Nolan is not Kubrick, as some insist on making that comparison, nor is he the new David Lean, an author whom Spielberg approaches but does not surpass. For this reason, his attempts to delve into the psychology of his protagonist are not entirely successful, the approach to the sociopolitical context in World War II and the Cold War feels scattered, the discussions about quantum physics are unsophisticated and childish; and the moral discourse does not become hypocritical, but it is extremely ambiguous.</p><p>Many refer to Terminator 2, Titanic, and (oops!) Avatar as James Cameron's great triumphs, but his true achievement is found in the first Terminator, a low-budget film, but a round masterpiece to which nothing is missing or lacking, as is Nolan's Memento. Oppenheimer may be the biggest film in this director's career, but it is definitely not the best. It is worth remembering that less is more.</p>MS2http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765803565278277995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-56296950895160457442018-10-12T19:58:00.001-07:002024-02-27T05:47:00.738-08:00First Man<div style="text-align: justify;">You can not deny ambition as Damien Chazelle's filmmaker. Nor his express wish to leave evidence in each image of his films of his personality behind the camera. <i>First Man</i>, after the success and the importance in different areas of <i>La la land</i>, supposes a considerable distancing, not only in questions of cinematographic genre, also at an expressive, argumental and discursive level. In this sense, one can not accuse the filmmaker of comfort after success, but of looking for other creative drifts, of continuing to investigate the image within very personal parameters that allow for the awareness of this authorial consciousness on the part of Chazelle, the pair his belief in the image as a narrative vehicle.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwNiWTF6KRxWcvOIdG6QlVsWKI2Fu_hO8KEfB5kI4VVx7V-TIDYWADM_VAyEj8glxAqm47x-12GpqNApbHsM_uQgMQVks8nHwsa4l1eMHY4Jm0reYKfZk2YASG-C2zbKFyynIjlfZ3fSK/s1600/First+Man.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="765" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwNiWTF6KRxWcvOIdG6QlVsWKI2Fu_hO8KEfB5kI4VVx7V-TIDYWADM_VAyEj8glxAqm47x-12GpqNApbHsM_uQgMQVks8nHwsa4l1eMHY4Jm0reYKfZk2YASG-C2zbKFyynIjlfZ3fSK/w430-h640/First+Man.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In First Man, based on the script by Josh Singer adapting the book by James R. Hansen, the period between 1961 and 1969 focuses on the life of Neil Armstrong (Ryan Gosling), which ranges from the loss of his daughter to a brain tumor on arrival at the moon. The first images leave evidence of some stylistic elements of Chazelle in search of an intimate, personal epic, denying in many cases the panoramic view and approaching the characters -to their faces- to form an epic spectacle that does not deny the context, nor even the critique, to certain elements related to the North American space race and the moment of social crisis of the country in different aspects, but that has more interest in the personal process of Armstrong in achieving the goal of reaching the Moon in a cathartic way, as Overcoming a pain and trauma. Objective, on the other hand, as disproportionate if you like as the space race itself, a relationship between both aspects that First Man shows perhaps in a more subtle and tangential way than developed (notes through television or like that moment with the song Whitey on the Moon of Gil Scott-Heron that is emphatic, although it works perfectly). There is no desire in First Man, or not at all, to lead the story through historical review, not at least in a broad way, let alone form a proud narrative about the space race. Quite the contrary, it is drowned out and cold about it, more interested in placing Armstrong in his personal and intimate and, ultimately, familiar journey, with the increasing tension in his marriage relationship with Janet (Claire Foy).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">With a montage that places great emphasis on the relationship between image and music, Chazelle's favorite area of exploration until the moment, the film seeks to create an immersive cinematographic space based on a slow rhythm, perhaps in excess, but which, of course, contravenes modes of the story, not so much by settling in past modes as by playing with the forms of the docudrama, creating strong tonal contrasts between moments of pause, everyday, with those related to astronauts, and with Armstrong in particular, in its lunar mission. Chazelle's ambition in this regard may be that of a certain distancing to deliver a melodrama, ultimately choked and cold, but that works in its internal drive and tension, and that it does better when the approach to Armstrong is concerned, perhaps because the director, despite being based on a foreign script, which makes us understand that reading the character part of the script writer, is identified, not so much, with the obsession of Armstrong. In this sense, the astronaut becomes a perfect character in the now short filmography of Chazelle, in his drive between personal motivations and the reality that surrounds him: the lunar images, which due to the IMAX format leave the grain of photography, as well Evidence: Armstrong, despite being making history, thinks about his mission, what has taken him there. Chazelle shows the reflections on his helmet, highlighting the almost personal annulment that has led him there; but also its success over any consideration, finally achieving a double liberation, the personal and, as the last images show, that of his wife, Janet, who perhaps understands, finally, what moved her husband. First Man can be irregular, it can be somewhat cold, but of course he has a great sense of the cinematographic image and gives moments of great cinema, always with the burden of a filmmaker whose talent is, at the same time, his great virtue and his great default.</div><script async="" src="//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"></script><br />
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-48873415855362245812018-09-27T06:17:00.000-07:002024-02-27T05:51:41.331-08:00Mile 22<div style="text-align: justify;">In one of the few, moments in which Milla 22 gives a break to an audience surpassed by scenes of hyper-realistic action and ideological cruelty, the character of Mark Wahlberg looks around him, his pawn-men in a deadly game of who do not know the rules and the keys, and asks who are the good guys and the bad guys? There is no answer for that secret soldier, that mercenary without</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Glory, unable to know if he is doing the right thing or not. Mile 22, the film, yes that answers us, to the spectators, but not with something that reassures us or that we shine. On the contrary, nothing he tells us, and how he does it, leaves us with some hint of moral relief: all, without exception, are the dark side of the moon. Does not the film even show a sort of acceptable condescension towards its heroes? trapped in a spiral of state executions, suicide missions and continuous jumps between right and wrong. The notes (forgettable in the end) about the civil life of the characters (some of them directly melodramatic: the issue of separation and custody of a daughter), far from humanizing them turns them into psychopaths, unbalanced who find in violence their way of being.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbEpupLFJAD6xY6cmm4w46Qi3KmvdLCfxamHPn24-lf0Mo5ZYWExYcEyy3EBuJMuplX-O5cJ_cloSePpzVNlKB75Bi1VOoDIXkE03Mm5xSRWGU6Px8WVn2UMEymeati_HvHvbgcBS8SoY/s1600/Mile+22.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbEpupLFJAD6xY6cmm4w46Qi3KmvdLCfxamHPn24-lf0Mo5ZYWExYcEyy3EBuJMuplX-O5cJ_cloSePpzVNlKB75Bi1VOoDIXkE03Mm5xSRWGU6Px8WVn2UMEymeati_HvHvbgcBS8SoY/w432-h640/Mile+22.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">None of this should surprise us in the cinema of Peter Berg, except in his collaborations (this is the fourth) with Wahlberg. Although systematically accused of promoting a reactionary, individualistic and patriotic discourse, when viewed without prejudice (and without taking into account how many of those films end: documentary images of the real protagonists of the stories he has recreated) his</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are witnessing an unpleasant description of the immense purgatory in which American society has become. The actions that this savage group of mercenary spirit, at the orders of middle managers of government agencies or paragovernmental, are seen by them at first as a crusade in favor of freedom. However, like the troops trapped and massacred in</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the Afghanistan of The only survivor or the policemen hunting for two miserable and pathetic terrorists in Day of patriots, ends do not justify the means, and both victims and executioners end up in the same circle of Hell.</div><script async="" src="//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"></script><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Mile 22 provokes you, on an ideological level, a continuous shaking. It loses its cannon fodder in madness (somewhat to the spectators, that is also true) in those incomprehensible maneuvers of current geopolitics. And it shakes them physically. The best thing is again, as is usual in the filmography of Peter Berg, the harshness of his violence. Action sequences, especially close combat, flirt with the gore. But in that pain, that breakdown of bone and flesh, perhaps the message of the film is found.</div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-45880414332333186042018-09-16T03:53:00.001-07:002024-02-27T07:27:35.530-08:00The Meg<div style="text-align: justify;">The Meg has many problems, but perhaps the most virulent, so seemingly anecdotal at the beginning and how terrible it ends up revealing, is that of the referents. Starting from a novel published in 1997 by Steve Alten whose adaptation to the cinema was postponed for years due to the coincidence in the calendar with Deep Blue Sea (1999), the film in question could have echoed precisely that joyous entertainment directed by Renny Harlin, or already put of any of the numerous by-products that would assail the fiction in the following years - the third installment of Shark Attack (2002), in fact, had another Megalodon in the title and it was just the movie that it should be-, but do not. Megalodon had to deposit the scavenging look on Steven Spielberg's Shark. Released in 1975, and considered by many as the first blockbuster worthy of that name.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLbIxb9Gnl7Ncusx9icshwExmLcd77VqUBbhjpVIVqhOokmiagXdpUUVq_Ln_JjnEIWBRjHIn3dE-p9O0y0OAIvtos3VRP_hCZd4w3DlaQLb4X7-7P6O4CcqzvxaTi6CUk61i1qtEQ0dJ/s1600/the+meg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLbIxb9Gnl7Ncusx9icshwExmLcd77VqUBbhjpVIVqhOokmiagXdpUUVq_Ln_JjnEIWBRjHIn3dE-p9O0y0OAIvtos3VRP_hCZd4w3DlaQLb4X7-7P6O4CcqzvxaTi6CUk61i1qtEQ0dJ/w426-h640/the+meg.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The historical relevance of this film would be something hard to deal with on its own, but neither is there anyone foolish enough to ask director John Turteltaub - a substitute for Eli Roth once he left smelling the calico - to manufacture a tribute to the height. On the other hand, the most superficial features of the latter are finally replicated, just as The Skyscraper a few weeks ago was based on retaking the stage design and little more than The Glass Jungle (1988): yes, with much better fortune. There is a shark, there is a beach full of bather-bathers -all Chinese, as the distribution forecasts require-, and there is a short guy in words but willing to bask in the warmth of a family home as the only (and unlikely) hero able to face the monster. Of course, that Roy Scheider's boss Brody has mutated into the incombustible Jason Statham should be the motive of cinephile pleasure for all spectators with a minimum of decency, receiving with enthusiastic shouts the one liners of rigor and the timid beats of a heart that does not it fits in the sculptural chest, but it has ended up being that it is not enough, and that the corresponding update should have been carried out with the same intensity in many other aspects.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For starters, as he has internalized Syfy's half catalog - with the Sharknado saga as a tragic example of what The Meg could have been - Tito Steven's strategy of hiding the monster as long as possible to increase the suspense stops having sense in the same moment that you have introduced the CGI in your life. Changing a toy fish by an amalgam of pixels requires being committed to the exhibitionism under pain of looking cheaper than it actually is, and it is an absolute nonsense that the Megalodon of the film of the same name takes so long to leave. Something that is not especially serious because meanwhile Statham is still out there drinking beer nose, but reveals a relentless consequences when it finally does and when you should get biting you find that does little more than ... hit head. And eat other fish. And stalk an underwater cage with another poor human inside - Li Bingbing replacing Richard Dreyfuss - without the slightest suspense. How can there be, if the safest thing is that it does not come out or blood in case it ends up sinking the tooth of truth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To say it in the lapidary language of our friend Jason, The Meg is unworthy of taking that name, too confused between wanting to be a family film à la Spielberg -and that the primordial Shark was not exactly allergic to gore- and the pimp product and unprejudiced that was screaming for an argument like his. There are hardly any annoying humans that we strongly desire that they end up devoured -something of that they want to sell us with the character of Rainn Wilson, but bah-, they barely eat people -and when the Megalodon does it persists in doing it in a clean and educated way- , and Jason Statham will not even let him punch someone, although the moments when the film struggles to become a kind of deranged Moby Dick bakala have their point. These moments, in combination to a sequence on the beach with several dozens of bathers dead (and a puppy), courageously try to get The Meg out of that hole as inconsequential as suffocating in which the usual cooperation of producers, advertisers and market analysts They have gotten, but still not enough. And to feel the authentic essence The Meg, the black leg and indomitable spirit, the best is still take refuge in the B series, whose latest genius is Sky Sharks, starring Nazi flying zombie sharks. Because sometimes life is not as complicated as Hollywood believes.</div><script async="" src="//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"></script><br />
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</script>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-3563028694478761682018-08-28T10:40:00.001-07:002024-02-27T07:33:08.557-08:00Rodin<div style="text-align: justify;">More clinging to physical creation than previous films in which the characters of Auguste Rodin and Camille Claudel have been treated, the one signed by Jacques Doillon is in danger of being framed in the cinema of reconstruction of time, the torment and little ecstasy of the artist and other similar niceties that sometimes obscure the critical vision. Doillon, for a reason that escapes me, has never been a saint of the devotion of critics, despite the fact that less than half of his productions have been released here. He will not have better with Rodin than he had before with The woman who cries, The pirate, The girl of fifteen years, Ponette or his previous work, The magnificent My scenes of struggle, which happened with more grief than glory while other movies Outdated French nights are longer in certain rooms than you would expect.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0CGgXJf49Ql3RHR6dqMYCiCUBQpPuRPggKepxaPUfwWRhAx6AnD9WoYedzYUSY2zd9qxuAiZHgNNdPpBibnosl0yWJZz6WQ5V8_-xDhGBjHWbskqprzc7yhNgoMu0ETCn1NZZPBtWoQF/s1600/Rodin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="620" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0CGgXJf49Ql3RHR6dqMYCiCUBQpPuRPggKepxaPUfwWRhAx6AnD9WoYedzYUSY2zd9qxuAiZHgNNdPpBibnosl0yWJZz6WQ5V8_-xDhGBjHWbskqprzc7yhNgoMu0ETCn1NZZPBtWoQF/w451-h640/Rodin.jpg" width="451" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The skewed lyricism of Doillon does not quote, nor does it sell the intimate portraits he has made of young people, adolescents and girls. Now, with a film of regal and sober appearance on Rodin and his relationship with Camille Claudel, it seems to distance itself from the bulk of his work. But I do not think it's like that. If something stands out in Rodin is the filming of the physical act, be it in the size of the sculpture (the sculpture as flesh), in the search for new textures coming from the same nature (Rodin's scene palpating and caressing the tree bark) or in the interlacing of human bodies in the sexual act or in the sculptural representation.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rodin is as physical and organic as My scenes of struggle, so vehement in complex sentimental relationships as Le pirate or La vengeance d'une femme. It is Doillon in its purest form, perhaps less radical than the Bruno Dumont by Camille Claudel, 1915, the film about the sculptor's last years, Rodin's lover and sister of the poet Paul Claudel, but always more direct and crude than Bruno Nuytten's The passion of Camille Claudel, the film in which the character became a tragic and romantic heroine in the service of Isabelle Adjani.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reconstruction of an era that is not aesthetic but rather ultra-realistic due to composition, type of light and relationship between the characters, should not entail easy labeling. Through an artist of the nineteenth century obsessed with affective relationships almost as much as with his daring sculpture by Balzac (which closes the film in the present time, outside the moment in which it was conceived and realized, turned into an object emptied of its meaning Doillon continues talking about his world, the current world, perhaps more tense than before, darker and bitter but always full of doubts and uncertainties not so different from those that gripped Rodin at the privileged moment of his artistic and artistic creation. your love relationships.</div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-77967621672731221492018-07-29T19:21:00.002-07:002024-02-27T07:45:16.610-08:00Mission: Impossible - Fallout<div style="text-align: justify;">When Bruce Geller created the television series Mission Impossible, he could not have imagined that, beyond his cathodic success, his artifact would become the saga of action that best defines the cinema of 21st century attractions, because, what if it is not? franchise starring the daredevil Tom Cruise? The story of spies who was reborn in 1999 with Brian de Palma as conductor has been eliminating masks and at the same time growing in numbers of action, acrobatic drum rolls and challenges to death in a kind of tour de force that is best not to try at home . And what can we expect from Mission: Impossible - Fallout, the sixth installment of the film series, with a Cruise surpassing the fiftieth and with a previous exercise, a Secret Nation, bordering on perfection? It seemed impossible -value redundancy-, but Christopher McQuarrie and Cruise have returned to surpass themselves, because Fallout is a hilarious circus acrobatic (or a roller coaster, according to taste) designed for those who understand cinema as a short experience the breathing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO25LY-enovT1UyO81GGBJdfuzpmOblxSbQUwUBIhw4GZs5jv2rlhzimRnWaNydMj00U9s9JWTznD7S2TDh3RhWsA6_RZsl31JPEeb6FtH3-vFAhFnsmdDdBQzclhfUAKKBE48bdJ4JOwX/s1600/mission_impossible__fallout_ver16.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="510" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO25LY-enovT1UyO81GGBJdfuzpmOblxSbQUwUBIhw4GZs5jv2rlhzimRnWaNydMj00U9s9JWTznD7S2TDh3RhWsA6_RZsl31JPEeb6FtH3-vFAhFnsmdDdBQzclhfUAKKBE48bdJ4JOwX/w432-h640/mission_impossible__fallout_ver16.jpg" width="432" /></a></div></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not only the tandem formed by the filmmaker and the star works perfectly, but the actor's understanding with the rest of his classmates gives a unique luster to this last episode of the saga, even though his story is more a narrative extension of the previous film that a story of its own. The spectators and the spectators who enjoyed Ilsa Faust (Rebecca Ferguson) and Solomon Lane (Sean Harris) are in luck, because both characters return here to try to answer some questions that seem not to be concluded in the past. To these returns are added the great character played by Henry Cavill (and his vaunted mustache), in addition to the IMF colleagues Benji (Simon Pegg) and Luther (Ving Rhames), more great (too) than ever. It's not trivial, because the fact that the characters have a bow and an entity of their own help Ethan Hunt / Cruise shine even brighter. His are the best action sets (it could not be otherwise) and, as it has been the brand of the house, the most risky and always bareback.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is literally a pleasure to see how much Cruise is exposed in Fallout, who in a luck of contemporary emulation of Buster Keaton is not afraid to give his whole body in favor of the show.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The concomitancias with the creator of the machinist of the general (1925) do not end there, and if you have to find a reference without doubt the most advisable is to look at the silent film a century ago. Seeing Cruise skidding on a motorbike in Paris, chased by I-don't-how many police vehicles (without a spoiler, that Parisian set piece is the best of Mission: Impossible - Fallout), is to feel the shocking vertigo that could have felt in its day those spectators of the crazy cinema of the origins. Of course, unlike silent film films, Fallout is a triple somersault in the era of digital imaging and blockbuster CGI, something that gives, if possible, more scope and value. Surely, we are facing the most superlative movie in the saga.</div>
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-38841921083638460412018-07-20T20:24:00.000-07:002024-02-27T09:52:01.282-08:00Ocean’s 8<div style="text-align: justify;">First it was the 60s, and La cuadrilla de los once, with Frank Sinatra and his colleagues from the "Rat Pack" (Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr, Peter Lawford, Joey Bishop ...). Then it was the turn of George Clooney, born to be the leader of the most stylish band of Hollywood thieves of the new century (Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Don Cheadle, Cassey Affleck, Scott Caan, Elliott Gould ...), and with the that would give up to three punches on orders from Steven Soderbergh. The formula was clear: to bring together the group of the coolest stars in the world of entertainment and to spoil them with the softness with which we imagine that Sinatra prepared a mimosa at breakfast time. 'Cool' types, elegant types, funny types. It was about following the adventures of some thieves with so much class that one would say that they do not commit crimes, if not the opposite: the hedonistic spirit behind their scams is based on a certain poetic justice; They steal because, simply, they are not willing to give up any of the pleasures of life. In other words, they robbed the dark vaults of the capitalist system to reinvest it in beauty (travel, food, clothing, art ...). And all without losing your composure.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kMKAezdXo4S945kDS94vZd7LN9lEoQnbLZMKrLNQ0ysy-wRfLDkyzOZ6sFOxlIhe6a3-2XCJ9-y0lLzE753Bh8D-ApQrD53vwIBGef0pH4gRAxOhtWOq1xQ2PJFc-aiJpZA789rFVdvV/s1600/Oceans-Eight-2018.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1186" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kMKAezdXo4S945kDS94vZd7LN9lEoQnbLZMKrLNQ0ysy-wRfLDkyzOZ6sFOxlIhe6a3-2XCJ9-y0lLzE753Bh8D-ApQrD53vwIBGef0pH4gRAxOhtWOq1xQ2PJFc-aiJpZA789rFVdvV/w426-h640/Oceans-Eight-2018.jpg" width="426" /></a></div></div><script async="" src="//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"></script><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All the elements that made the saga famous are in front of the screen. But by the time Bullock puts into practice an ingenious method to sneak into luxury hotels we will realize that something is definitely missing, and that absence must be sought behind the cameras: the direction of Gary Ross is flat where Steven Soderbergh was all garbo . The functional classicism of the director of The Hunger Games finds its natural place in productions - notables - like Seabiscuit or Jones' free men, but in Ocean's 8 it shows a certainty that we already had learned when comparing the Clooney trilogy with the Sinatra original : Beyond the costumes, the locations and their stars, it was the Soderbergh factor that managed to turn a fetishistic nonsense into a sly escapism game of assumed frivolity that seduced the viewer constantly. A bubbling montage, a grainy photograph of beautiful old school colors, seventies zooms, fun with framing, the dreamy soundtrack of David Holmes ... A sparkling gift that is left out of the equation here and leaves the seams of a Costly suit dress without conviction. In a moment of Ocean's 8, through a funny trick orchestrated by Bullock and Blanchett, the dressmaker played by Bonham Carter will go from being "outdated" to being "iconic". It is, therefore, about putting value. In this case, staging.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The vaunted genre subversion that so many characters have spilled on the internet is also worth highlighting. There is no doubt that the strategy is, above all, of a commercial nature; the industrial machinery of Hollywood trying again to monetize everything that crosses him in front. And according to the blockbuster that already accumulates in the United States, the play has gone well. But even the revenue that capitalism tries to get out of the feminist 'zeitgeist' we can get something positive: the mere questioning of twisted fang with which on the Internet is received female reboots like the Ghostbusters of Kristen Wiig and justifies its own existence. The pity is that Ross is too shy when it comes to playing with a certain idea of "the feminine", as Soderbergh did with Clooney's gang and "the masculine", always with one foot in self-parody. A failed opportunity, because it will be, precisely, when you take advantage of the particularities of having a story starring a cast of women where we find the most refreshing of this Ocean's 8. Perhaps, these female reboots would have to start hiring a director.</div>
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-85783172710497942852018-07-14T09:42:00.000-07:002024-02-27T09:59:23.844-08:00Mary Shelley<div style="text-align: justify;">Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin is an eighteen-year-old extroverted young woman who, after meeting the charismatic poet Percy Shelley, a man with advanced ideas for the time, falls in love at first sight. In spite of the difference of age they initiate a romance, that is complicated when the family of Mary discovers it, prohibiting that both return to be seen.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To escape the constant rumors, the two go with Claire, the half-sister of Mary, to a house that Lord Byron has in Lake Geneva, in Switzerland, where the young woman conceives the idea of Frankenstein, writing the novel as a Escape route. But, at a time when women writers were not taken into account, she will have to protect her monster and forge her own identity.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuIlPsBBUATgijCXH-yyrnxruXttjRd3hleB08bn1QxX8FkB6mBap8nvBogVsI7JpjQEApbHQ-nG0engVSx66MP7zHsjKDATih8V0VemXieABwDTyyKcxg3ce6ckcUuhKJSZKhFDacWBcJ/s1600/Mary+Shelley.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuIlPsBBUATgijCXH-yyrnxruXttjRd3hleB08bn1QxX8FkB6mBap8nvBogVsI7JpjQEApbHQ-nG0engVSx66MP7zHsjKDATih8V0VemXieABwDTyyKcxg3ce6ckcUuhKJSZKhFDacWBcJ/w442-h640/Mary+Shelley.jpg" width="442" /></a></div></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Haifaa Al-Mansour (The Green Bicycle) directs this biopic written by Emma Jensen and Conor McPherson (A por todas). Ellen Fanning (Trumbo) stars in the film as Mary, with Douglas Booth (Pride + Prejudice + Zombies) playing her lover Percy and Bel Powley (A Royal Night Out) in the skin of Claire. In the cast we also find Ben Hardy (X-Men: Apocalypse), Maisie Williams (Arya Stark in Game of Thrones), Stephen Dillane (Stannis Baratheon in Game of Thrones) Tom Sturridge (The Madding Crowd) and Joanne Forggatt (Downton Abbey) ).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When it comes to Frankenstein's monster, it is sometimes difficult to discern if the story told by the novel or the story behind it is more fascinating. I mean, Mary Shelley, the author, could perfectly be a fictional character. Or perhaps that Dr. Frankenstein and his creature, on the other hand, may already belong more to the territory of science than to that of literature and cinema. Be that as it may, this is the initial success of filmmaker Haifaa Al-Mansour, responsible for The Green Bicycle (2012): addressing the biographical experience of Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin - who happened to be Shelley to marry the poet of the same name - as if it were a 'woman's picture', a melodrama focused on the adventure of a woman trying to reassert herself as such in a hostile society. And, of course, all in the context of a film that wants to make clear the female condition of the protagonist: in the background, Mary Shelley is the story of an artist who fights for recognition in a world of men, already try her husband, his friends - Lord Byron, without going any further - or his very own father, an ancient radical come down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That is the journey that this second long of Al-Mansour tells, already made under the umbrella of a co-production halfway between Hollywood and Europe. We see Mary during her first youth, still living in her widowed father's house, after the death of a mother with an equally artistic and transgressive vocation. We also see her in her first steps as a writer, as a poet who still has to find her own voice, as her father tells her about it. We follow her when she meets Shelley, a rebellious literary man who shows her the ways of love and rebellion. And we continue with her at the moment in which, due to different biographical events, she reaffirms herself as a woman and as an artist, she frees herself from the masculine domain and launches herself to write her first novel, Frankenstein or the modern Prometheus, at first anonymously , then with his real name. On the one hand, Al-Mansour - and his screenwriter Emma Jensen - insist on the feminist side of the story, in what constitutes the weakest part of the film, since the claim is mixed with a certain tendency to the more conventional biopic, to the film of 'qualité'. On the other hand, the best of all is that he knows how to extract an energy, a truth, that finally presents the protagonist as a combative girl, but also fragile, whose confrontation with the society of her time has more to do with movies of Nicholas Ray that with the typical British fiction of literary inspiration.</div><script async="" src="//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"></script><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, Shelley is also a brittle and vulnerable boy, however much he sometimes appears as tyrannical and macho. And Byron appears on screen as a mix between the young David Bowie and the Viscontian archetype of the decadent aristocrat. In those moments, Mary Shelley becomes a film about the yearnings of youth, always condemned to failure. Or around the life that advances relentlessly and leaves us behind, badly injured and battered. That is why Al-Mansour's film is more convincing when it presents the creation of Mary, the monster of Frankenstein, as a "creature" born of his pain and frustration when he wants to link it to specific events in his biography. And that is why, too, it is more emotional and subtle when it dispenses with the great topics of history that we all know -the birth of the novel in Mary's mind, during her Genevan stay in the house of Byron- and she starts to narrate the small things, the daily tragedies, the way in which a disoriented young woman gradually becomes a woman and an artist, even at the cost of losing faith in love and in life as she had conceived them in her first youth. The greatest virtue of Haifaa's film Al-Mansour is that it could perfectly be the story of a girl who learns to live and write when all her illusions vanish.</div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-71864117471946188922018-07-06T18:06:00.001-07:002024-02-27T10:12:34.835-08:00A Walk in the Woods<div style="text-align: justify;">After spending two decades in England, Bill Bryson (Robert Redford) returns to the United States in order to undertake the great adventure of his life: climbing the Appalachians, crossing some of the most beautiful landscapes of the continent. On this trip he has the help of an old friend (Nick Nolte), who is the only madman willing to accompany him. The only problem is that they have a very different idea of what "adventure" means. Adaptation of the memories of Bryson, a well-known writer of travel books.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
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<ul><li>Original title: A Walk in the Woods
</li><li>Year 2015</li>
<li>Duration 98 min.</li>
<li>country United States</li>
<li>Director Ken Kwapis</li>
<li>Music Nathan Larson</li>
<li>Photography John Bailey</li>
<li>Cast Robert Redford, Emma Thompson, Kristen Schaal, Nick Nolte, Mary Steenburgen, Nick Offerman, Sandra Ellis Lafferty, Derek Krantz, Linds Edwards, Andrew Vogel, Hayley Lovitt, John Kap, Walter Hendrix III, R. Keith Harris, Alex Van</li>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">It is a better film than the specialized critic believes. It is entertaining and well-intentioned that in these times it is appreciated. This film whose purpose is to entertain and offer a simple common vision without melodramas or dramatic nonsense that few love and more when you get to an age where it gives you one thing that the other and what they will say to look good.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, for my criteria, she is honest and nice and we say for the whole family. There is no sin in it that is so ... because life itself is as it is and the purpose of this type of cinema in one part is to entertain and tell funny stories to evade reality. This film has very well defined nuances with the two characters fantastically played by two great Robert Redford and Nick Nolte these in their professional twilight.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And life is that simple ... who wants to escape and be half happy to see this movie that will please you.</div><script async="" src="//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"></script><br />
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</script><br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-60592279564265612702018-06-24T21:41:00.001-07:002024-02-27T10:41:39.193-08:00Hotel Artemis<div style="text-align: justify;">The directorial debut of screenwriter Drew Pearce (whose most notable screenwriting credit is Iron Man 3), is Hotel Artemis, which suffers from the beginning by trying to do too much at once. It is not difficult to see where the compulsion came from, however, considering that the cast includes figures such as Sterling K. Brown, Jodie Foster, Dave Bautista, Sofia Boutella, Jeff Goldblum and Charlie Day, something else was expected.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsOmBem-UMdrq7nHSzDpMS5mHk6_rPAcpgFmjZemcwTYtY-BmqppVXr6671cDfzKvbKiCtvzbXA7U_30hTWgOh2zBx59ruWw06twY5M5cAB0OtikcpNI2o1xUUV2VZDyp0UflfcDLIByWSkGF5_NBKmODp4PKsrnIRuVALac7tVcjvdJSQcvzZsny1yCg/s2762/Hotel%20Artemis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2762" data-original-width="1766" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsOmBem-UMdrq7nHSzDpMS5mHk6_rPAcpgFmjZemcwTYtY-BmqppVXr6671cDfzKvbKiCtvzbXA7U_30hTWgOh2zBx59ruWw06twY5M5cAB0OtikcpNI2o1xUUV2VZDyp0UflfcDLIByWSkGF5_NBKmODp4PKsrnIRuVALac7tVcjvdJSQcvzZsny1yCg/w410-h640/Hotel%20Artemis.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Things start with "Waikiki" by Sterling K. Brown, who by failing in a robbery with his brother (Brian Tyree Henry) is hurt in the process. Both end at the Artemis Hotel, an exclusive member-only hospital run by Foster and his portly assistant, Everest (Dave Bautista), while out in Los Angeles descends into rampant chaos. From there, things start to get confused. We are quickly introduced to a cast of characters that populate Artemis, from "Nice" (Sofia Boutell) an assassin for hire, to "Acapulco" (Charlie Day) a weapons dealer, who seem to have their own agendas.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">Foster's character is called "The Nurse", as his specific code name, is the leader here. Hotel Artemis never decides exactly where it wants to put the weight of the narrative. Brown and Foster share most of the focus in the first act, but as the plot begins to build and the threads begin to converge, it becomes increasingly unclear who is the protagonist and who is on whose behalf. It becomes even more confusing when a wounded police (Jenny Slate) emerges, who appears just before the arrival of a crime lord known as The Wolf King (Jeff Goldblum) and his entourage, which makes this a variable Russian roulette of exposure and background structure.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While all these loose ends seem to have little connection, Pearce's script intelligently links them all and, equally importantly, a cast that performs without a weak performance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The only problem with the cast is that Jeff Goldblum is not on the screen enough. In its limited time, it makes the audience feel like they are dating an old friend.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">For a film that clearly goes for the science-fiction action niche, it does not have many action sequences. The general lack of it, eventually, is based on some scenes of struggle with flavor to the classic cinema of martial arts enough satisfactory, that cheerfully they show so much the physicist of Boutella as the one of Baptist. Hotel Artemis is not particularly interested in surprising the spectators with acrobatics and visual effects, but in entertaining us with interesting dialogues and characters, but mainly with a decadent atmosphere that fascinates from its first shot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Artemis Hotel is worth it in your short stay required.</div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-66831362931626485812018-06-15T15:51:00.001-07:002024-02-27T10:27:29.924-08:00The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (2012)<div style="text-align: justify;">
The idea is not new. In 1932, the applied Hollywood producer Edmund Goulding related in 'Gran Hotel' the stories of several characters housed in a luxurious hotel. Beyond the established stories, what really mattered was the notoriety of the chosen actors, on whom fell the dramatic (and commercial) effectiveness of the proposal: Greta Garbo, John Barrymore, Joan Carwford, Lionel Barrymore and Wallace Beery. In 'The Exotic Hotel Marygold', eighty years later, the same criterion is repeated, changing the sophisticated American hotel to a ramshackle but charming hotel in the Indian city of Bangalore, the fifth most populated city in the country - what in the film in a way or another we can not remember, and turning into authentic stars of the show a handful of veterans and notable British actors: Tom Wilkinson, Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Bill Nighy and Celia Imrie.</div>
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Here would end the direct comparisons between a classic Hollywood film and a British film with a Bollywood accent, which is the concept of any Anglo-Saxon production when it comes to Indian lands (see 'Slumdog Millionaire', the Oscar-winning film by Danny Boyle from which 'The exotic Marygold hotel' inherits its main actor, the contestant Dev Patel). But the formula is very similar: several characters, a central scenario in which all appear communicated, fragmented stories, tragic accent and some comic touch ...</div>
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What leads each of the protagonists to settle down in the least exotic of the Bangalore hotels is quite inconsistent, but that is only the starting point. John Madden, director who meets again some of his usual actors (Dench and Wilkinson), is interested in what happens from the moment in which the characters, some belonging to the third age, others in the last phase of maturity They arrive in a city that fascinates, worries and irritates them in equal parts, and as India in general and the hotel in particular influences their future experiences and decisions.</div>
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As in every choral story, from 'The Seven Samurai' to 'Alien, the 8th Passenger', from 'The Stagecoach' to 'Calabuch' - and Madden's film, as 'Grand Hotel', is choral - some characters have more force than others either because of the greater conviction of their interpreters or because the script places them in more privileged positions. Both coincide in the stories of Dench and Wilkinson, the emotional overcoming of her and the reunion with his youthful love; two experiences and two interpretations that are without problems to those of the rest of the stories and performances of the film.</div>
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In favor: the work of all the actors, especially Dench and Wilkinson, because they are the best and because their characters have more scope.</div>
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SHORT REVIEW: Even sans pea soup, this is the best horror film in decades.</div>
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This film was made for $19,000,000.00. Spielberg’s War of The Worlds cost $132,000,000.00. It doesn’t take massive budgets to make greatness.</div>
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The Exorcist dominated the notion of showing an exorcism on film much in the same way Bond is the only one of his kind and Star Wars is the touchstone for all space films. These classics defined their subject matter, and to even think of getting a foothold on their ground is risky business. The Exorcism of Emily Rose made me forget about The Exorcist (the best horror film of all time.)</div>
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This film’s revolutionary element is reality. Director/Co-Writer Scott Derrickson infuses a strong sense of the real into his film which only serves to buttress the horror. Exorcism and demonic possession is a serious topic and Derrickson has the intelligence to take it sincerely. His honest look at the subject is what makes this film brilliant. The Exorcist took its subject matter very seriously as well, but upon reflection took loose translations of reality. This film doesn’t go the pea soup and head-spinning route. It keeps its characters and their troubles within the realm of the possible.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIS_tAwvOn9LwV6kG4Xc0F66uDUWMK_zEWHAhwcCxrtHu_b7ZtVYjhGUf4JwMPJTNPz0ZQVrySOyDNxWqR6qPhvbneOHIRrsH7L1DRXjsGTVpIynQRjiqE_zO7T0XdYsTQxoU14Mkay2X-lASta4BoZTNW2eP5VPJBv_2RRpRACI18cB0eDUPgAaI_4qU/s1482/The%20Exorcism%20Of%20Emily%20Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIS_tAwvOn9LwV6kG4Xc0F66uDUWMK_zEWHAhwcCxrtHu_b7ZtVYjhGUf4JwMPJTNPz0ZQVrySOyDNxWqR6qPhvbneOHIRrsH7L1DRXjsGTVpIynQRjiqE_zO7T0XdYsTQxoU14Mkay2X-lASta4BoZTNW2eP5VPJBv_2RRpRACI18cB0eDUPgAaI_4qU/w432-h640/The%20Exorcism%20Of%20Emily%20Rose.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
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Derrickson’s film is strongly paced and smartly presented. Through the lens of a courtroom, we are exposed to the strange case of Emily Rose. Emily’s priest Father Moore is on trial for negligent homicide a result of the young woman’s death. Since the film comes at the subject matter through this avenue, Derrickson is able to present Emily’s story patiently and to it fullest effect. The courtroom scenes issue explanations of what is to come and then we are sent off to the horrible world of poor Emily Rose. The continual set up and then showing of the scary scenes in the film is quite powerful. The courtroom setting also sets up a Protestant court convicting a Catholic idea vibe…luckily this isn’t pushed too hard. I’ll move on before I get into a Protestant vs. Catholic thing.</div>
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The performances in the film match the strength of the writing and directing. Tom Wilkinson as Father Moore and Laura Linney as his attorney Erin Bruner perform to their normal high standards. These two are continuously good performers who almost always manage to offer solid work. The star of the film is Jennifer Carpenter who portrays Emily. While she doesn’t get many actual lines, she offers very convincing renditions of being possessed and going insane. This may not seem like much but it can be very difficult for an actor to get this kind of performance done properly. There is a thin line to walk between scary and stupid. While filming, the actor must look like a complete idiot writhing on the ground or making funny faces. They have to give their full trust to their director and hope they are talented enough to keep them from looking like a moron on the big screen. Carpenter’s performance is striking in that it doesn’t seem forced at all. As with Derrickson’s direction, Carpenter shows truthfulness in her performance and that gives this film its heart.</div>
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-64259958815367488262005-12-27T15:54:00.000-08:002024-02-27T10:45:31.609-08:00The Cat In The Hat (2003)<div style="text-align: justify;">
***Originally posted on ITS A MATTER OF OPINION***</div>
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SHORT REVIEW: Having Mike Myers perform in a kids movie is like having Charles Manson teach a course on anger management.</div>
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This film is an abomination but we get what we ask for.</div>
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Everyone knows film don’t matter right? We go to the theatre or turn on cable and turn our brains off. We all just want to be entertained. It’s just a movie.</div>
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This film is the result of attitudes like I mention above. We have spent our lives ambivalent to what the leftists, perverts and turd merchants have been doing to our culture for the sake of agenda and dollars. We have allowed the lowest forms of our society lower our standards down to their level. We have sat idly by while our entertainment has become a bustling carnival of pornographic idiocy.</div>
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We’ve made our bed, but I don’t want to sleep in it.</div>
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This film, although a few years old, should be a sound alert to those who still care that a time has come to make a change. This film clearly made for the youngest of audiences and uses the allure of a classic of children’s literature to draw audiences in. The production has the banner of Seuss to give it a façade of legitimacy. It is far from legit. This production has a flagrant disregard for the honorable work it is based on and any audience unfortunate to see it. Where this could have been an enchanting ode to the classic, we have cheap butt humor and swearing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoSOKcvSVQowx2nAZj2eSphjdtuq5K0FLVkGL1vbPGRb4Rrq5oAiJoEI8h-4O9xvE1gEaVVL32Gfi341amGVFzVid_5d6pasGULJYxOwOWCmrbCQnQaHfp_zdP2SfOpzB1zPWkllkY0ixqkJnmFe77_4kEB5XqxPHGrj4q3VdiKev6OmG-mV78dvXUHw/s719/The%20Cat%20In%20The%20Hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="485" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoSOKcvSVQowx2nAZj2eSphjdtuq5K0FLVkGL1vbPGRb4Rrq5oAiJoEI8h-4O9xvE1gEaVVL32Gfi341amGVFzVid_5d6pasGULJYxOwOWCmrbCQnQaHfp_zdP2SfOpzB1zPWkllkY0ixqkJnmFe77_4kEB5XqxPHGrj4q3VdiKev6OmG-mV78dvXUHw/w432-h640/The%20Cat%20In%20The%20Hat.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Mike Myers is not a brilliant comedian. He mugs for the camera and offers the lowest of humor. He peddles in groin jokes and is lauded by society as a master of the form. In The Cat In The Hat we are shown his complete lack of self-control or inventiveness. The character is nothing more than a faded copy of Austin Powers with slightly less rutting.</div>
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Parents, do not be fooled by the sign out front. There is nothing but poison for your children in here. This children’s film offers your kids erection jokes, cleavage, swearing (they cut the words off with bleeps or other loud noises) rectal and urination jokes and that’s what I can come up with off the top of my head. The entertainment you allow your children to consume is a critical choice for all parents. It shapes your child’s thinking and value system. Allow you kid to watch filth such as this and you’re pleading for trouble. Have some respect for your kids and demand more from those who wish to spend time with them. Do not allow the turd merchants to debase your kids for the sake of a quick buck. Keep them and yourself away from this movie.</div>
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11011261972057016149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912927935249131529.post-26153267294046666022005-12-26T15:50:00.000-08:002024-02-27T10:47:34.955-08:00The Sea Inside (2004)<div style="text-align: justify;">
SHORT REVIEW: A brilliant film advertising the lowest of ideas.</div>
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The culture of death gets yet another movie made supporting it. Here’s the message coming from the international entertainment community: Abortions and “mercy killings” are grand. Sure, abortions have a long history of being racially applied by eugenicists and mercy killers tend to forget their Nazi forefathers but what the heck, leftists say its okay. Leftists only want what’s good for us.</div>
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Javier Bardem offers a masterful performance as Ramón Sampedro, a quadriplegic at the end of a decades long fight to “die with dignity”. This film is worthy of the Oscar it received because it is to be honest a great film. Then again, Triumph of The Will is a damn good flick as well. </div>
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Obviously, life as a quadriplegic is very hard. But it is still a life and life, despite what leftists want us to believe, is worth living. It is a gift even in its lowest times. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFQaDr2ZNPwE1RFxQmUfQ23uBOjdyd3R-94c4pvHvOWV7R0ZtRXuU_X2ffuyCsuphA8JmDzwZ1wbMfNXYI97oJBlu1EUmdhqpzd04_Vz5AoQveYI43sZc3Z3skVmuD6TSXl2y2IPtDVPmpkeH3Q2HSow2YGbet3eA5SAD1VLoUu9efTV0H75Qj7AtKCA/s718/The%20Sea%20Inside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="485" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFQaDr2ZNPwE1RFxQmUfQ23uBOjdyd3R-94c4pvHvOWV7R0ZtRXuU_X2ffuyCsuphA8JmDzwZ1wbMfNXYI97oJBlu1EUmdhqpzd04_Vz5AoQveYI43sZc3Z3skVmuD6TSXl2y2IPtDVPmpkeH3Q2HSow2YGbet3eA5SAD1VLoUu9efTV0H75Qj7AtKCA/w432-h640/The%20Sea%20Inside.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The term often used is “die with dignity”. This is great. Ask yourself, who is going to decide what “dignity” means? Who will decide when this “dignity” is lost? I know many will say, “Well duh, I WILL!” What about the mentally retarded woman down the street? What about the autistic boy across town? Will they choose? Do they live with enough dignity? At what point do their lives demand for them to “die with dignity”? This is where the lawyers come in…that means the state. Kids, this is called the slippery slope. Life is precious, too precious to be put into the hands of self-serving leftists who have the vision of a bat in an echo chamber. Yes, some people live with horrible circumstances and it may seem mericiful to put them down. But what of those left behind? Ramón Sampedro found his reward but what has he left behind? A world where it is just that much easier to kill without consequence. A world where leftists argue that killing the ill is "reasonable".</div>
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The Nazis began The Holocaust by killing the handicapped with a little remembered piece of human depravity known as the T-4 Euthanasia Program. Deemed to be a drag on society, the systematic murder of the retarded began. This accepted killing led naturally to more. Here is a clue for all of your Right-To-Die morons, once a society sets up a criterion for innocent people to be killed; it doesn’t take much for said criteria to expand. This is a lesson from history. </div>
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Simply, if we allow people to start killing themselves to “die with dignity” then we have to allow for people to kill others for the same reason. The ball rolls from there. It sickens me that this has to be explained by a dimwit such as myself. It sickens me that we have films made supporting the ideals of the Nazi party nearly seventy years later.</div>
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