The adventures of Gustave H, a legendary concierge at a famous hotel from the fictional Republic of Zubrowka between the first and second World Wars, and Zero Moustafa, the lobby boy who becomes his most trusted friend.
F. Murray Abraham,
Acting under the cover of a Hollywood producer scouting a location for a science fiction film, a CIA agent launches a dangerous operation to rescue six Americans in Tehran during the U.S. hostage crisis in Iran in 1980.
Actor Riggan Thomson is most famous for his movie role from over twenty years ago of the comic book superhero Birdman in the blockbuster movie of the same name and its two equally popular sequels. His association with the role took over his life, where Birdman is more renowned than "Riggan Thomson" the actor. Now past middle age, Riggan is trying to establish himself as a true artist by writing, directing, starring in and co-producing with his best friend Jake what is his Broadway debut, an adaptation of Raymond Carver's story, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. He is staking his name, what little artistic reputation that comes with that name and his life savings on the project, and as such will do anything needed to make the play a success. As he and Jake go through the process of the previews toward opening night, Riggan runs into several issues: needing to find a replacement for the integral supporting male role the night before the first preview; hiring the talented ... Written by
Antonio Sanchez's celebrated musical score, performed almost entirely by drums, was disqualified by the music branch of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS) because it didn't fit their criteria. See more »
The note from Sam in the bouquet of flowers changes. At first it is a wide strip of paper and reads "They didn't have the whatever you wanted". A little later the paper is narrower and the "the" is omitted. See more »
How did we end up here? This place is horrible. Smells like balls. We don't belong here.
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Alone, I mean, in loathing this film. I saw it not long ago thanks to Lovefilm and I have been wondering ever since how on earth it could have been deemed worthy of all those awards and also wondering how my weak penmanship could possibly convey to you how dreadful the film is. I finally pluck up courage to look at the reviews of people like me who think films should entertain, even if being a little didactic at times (i.e. user reviews, not critics' reviews), expecting to be sharply put in my place as an ignorant and uncultured yob, but -- lo and behold! -- I am heartened beyond measure to find masses of one star reviews, which say exactly what I would have striven to say, only far, far better than I could manage. Apart from well deserved epithets, such as boring, pretentious, overcooked, nonsensical, I would for my part add 'dangerously unhealthy', because the incessant high-pitched rapid jabber of the meaningless dia- or mono-logue, together with the horrid drummy non- music soundtrack, gave me a really unpleasant headache.Like others, I continued watching because I thought it could only get better, certainly not worse. How wrong I was! I will not condescend further to detailed examination: I would advice anyone interested to read the excellent one-star reviews by other reviewers, better than which I cannot do. For me, it is really a matter of -- with apologies to Robert Browning -- 'How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways'.
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