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| A nice little film that, for the most part, succeeds despite itself. The script and the style seem to be somewhat at odds - the script is sweet, witty, honest, and funny, but the style is the usual hipster/indie bullshit. With a different director (and for god's sake, someone else picking the music), this could have been pretty damn good. As it is, I was still pleasantly surprised by what I figured would be yet another piece of hipster trash. It only looks like it - this one actually has a soul beneath. |
| A mostly interesting, but somehow vague documentary. Sure, they have a lot to cover in charting the entire rise and fall of MGM, but they did do it in six hours. Overall, it just feels a bit...as I said, vague. The pacing is off. They devote a lot of time to very early MGM, but breeze over some of the middle stuff and by the end it feels like they're downright rushing through information. Even at six hours, I would've liked them to take some more time with some of this stuff. |
| Easily the Coens's weirdest movie. A curious film that has a meandering way about it, as if building to something, but when it all ended, I felt as perplexed as its protagonist. |
Simply breathtaking.
Literally. I couldn't breathe sometimes because I was laughing so hard. This is one of the most magnificent movie accomplishments of all time. |
Where The Wild Things Are as a socio-political commentary with indie-quirky sensibilities.
No thanks.
And someone needs to make Karen O shut her fucking mouth. Seriously. |
| An idiotic Apatow-esque shock comedy directed by someone who thinks they're Wes Anderson. I mean Jesus fucking Christ, how many hip, quirky songs can this asshole fit into one movie? Talk about fucking obnoxious. |
| A dull, meandering documentary about a pathetic hypocrite. Yeah, real compelling. |
| So, basically, The Evil Dead is total plagiarism. Huh. |
This is the biggest tease I've ever seen. The first 15-20 minutes of this movie are absolutely spectacular. Atmospheric, exciting, funny, and absolutely, amazingly brutal and violent - everything this movie should have been. Those first 15 minutes are right up there with The Devil's Rejects as Rob Zombie's best work.
Where the hell did that movie go?
BANG! - it was all a dream! (Literally.) That painful cliche really picked at me, but I tried to give Zombie the benefit of the doubt. But he completely dropped the ball. What followed was a parade of obnoxious characters, Juno-esque dialogue, slasher cliches, boring pacing, bad acting, a few sporadic and uninspired killings, and, by the end, a complete regression to the flashy, annoying direction of House of 1000 Corpses. I was downright pissed when this movie ended.
When all is said and done, Rob Zombie delivered his worst film ever with this. And I really hate HO1KC. I really had faith in him, too. But nope. He lost me with this one. I can't believe it. |
Strange, surreal, and altogether haunting. Very, very dreamlike and quite beautiful. Though it clocks in at over five hours, Bertolucci actually did a very good job pacing the film. It never really feels slow or drawn out - this is just the amount time necessary to tell the story he's telling.
There's some pretty graphic stuff in this, as well, most of it sexual. You get to see Robert De Niro and Gerard Depardieu literally getting handjobs in full view of the camera. So there's that. And there's child rape, murder, and massaging horses' assholes in close-up to make them shit. Don't know what that means, but its' there.
Overall this is a very good movie. The best Bertolucci I've seen. |
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