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I guess this is a good demonstration of why French people think Jerry Lewis is so hot
I'll give it a 3 on account of DuJardin's sex appeal, teeth, eyebrow movements and body language. But I mean, the humor is pretty darned facile rating a polite tee-hee here and there at best.
I was perusing other negative reviews I guess god help you if you were to take this movie seriously but I can hardly imagine anybody so doing, but evidently some people have done so.
But hey at least it didn't win the Oscar for best picture or even more ridiculously in the case of "The Artist" best score. That's something to be grateful for:
Thank you very much (I needed another line).
unimaginative. insult to intelligence. go to see Jodie suck in something!
cause that's the only remarkable thing about the movie. she's pathetic, working some mystery dialect that turns out, apparently, to supposedly be German! one cliché after another. what killed me though is how lazy the set decoration was. we're in the year what 2150. let's just grab a few old mac pros and make sure the logo is never shown. as for what's on screen, the kind of crap you used to see when logging on on a windows 28k modem setup will do! as for costumes... don't get me started...
PATHETIC and Matt Damon's overacting was vomitorious. Somehow... they managed to find a supporting cast to put in even worse performances than either of the big stars. Disgusting. (Actually Mr. metal faced jewelry villain wasn't bad) When you think of the power that stars wield in Hollywood and put it up against Matt Damon's apparent willingness to play some incredibly stupid scenes, to the hilt yet... well you can take his not so intriguing crooked smile and not so handsome face and put him in the garbage as far as I'm concerned. Or just let him play Scott Thorson over and over. He wasn't great at it but he didn't suck as he did here.
disappointing, un-cinematic, not so well performed, and silly insufficiently clever way of handling "blue" material!
I'm reassured that there are a lot of meh reviews of this film. I hadn't seen it since I was a kid, when it was "shocking" given my sheltered upbringing. What a drag it turns out to be. I suppose Natalie Wood does OK, and Baby June is as she eighty be. But Karl Malden and Rosalind Russel do not shine in it.
What really annoyed me now that I'm an adult is that ... it appears to have been necessary to show Gypsy Rose Lee's rise to "queendom" depicted as though all she did to get there was this ridiculous tease showing nothing. I suppose on stage it had to be that way (back then) but gimme a break, why not just pull in for a head and shoulder shot while actually casts away her front piece! It's ridiculous as is, rather an insult to the intelligence, eh what? I think the only bit I really and truly loved was in "Ya Gotta Have a Gimmick" the 'finesse' dancer inserts bumps into a quasi-balletic routine, which was laugh out loud funny. Also I liked, as I remembered from childhood, how Gypsy's act evolves into her sultry "rap" version, despite the dire limitations of the rest of the sequence.
The rest of the movie you can have...
Los amantes pasajeros (2013)
his most bad boy film since "Dark Habits"
Sadly this film didn't last long in one of the premiere venues in town and this has no doubt to do with lukewarm reviews the result I fear of critics' uptightness and pretentiousness. Personally I'm thrilled that the movie was so light on the surface (less so upon reflection) and totally put pedal to the metal for outrrrrageousness. I haven't had such a good time at a comedy in many many moons.
And for what it's worth, while the caviar critic of one hugely prestigious newspaper in the US bemoans the fact that boring old Antonio Banderas had only a cameo, I was thrilled to see the back of him on account of there being a smorgasbord of hot hombres in just about every conceivable flavor - a notable garnish indeed to of the sustenance offered by "I'm So Excited!"
Anyway I found it to be pretty much unassailable - perfect. I would even say that it's one of his best movies. Just because it's not as "deep" or cathartic as "All About My Mother" "Live Flesh" or "Law of Desire" doesn't mean it's flawed in any way. Thrilled that the man came out with something just like this at just this time to tell you the truth. And to the guy who writes something about "it sets back the portrayal of gays by 10 years" maybe you have a point and in this respect I am also delighted with the film!!
Little Lady Fauntleroy (2004)
essentially nasty film redeemed by its subject
the more I think about it the more I loathe the performance of the presenter in this doc, who feels that 1 we need him to think for us, 2 we need him to overreact for, well, if not us, for such as the good folk living near LLF who periodically throw bricks through the windows of her family home, 3 entertains some exalted deluded notion of himself being "not hip" which is of course to say überhip. For at the end of the film he's not made enough of an ass of himself not to append a wild and crazy ironic karaoke realness coda not quite - a desperate attempt to be hip. There is of course the same point to dive home: no matter how he might degrade himself yet he can hold himself above LFF and family. Unnecessary in this film, to say the least. Such material might be usable in an funeral or graveside "living cemetery" type setting, as only a mother or other lover could glean anything of redeeming value therefrom. I'm sure Lilly Allen - whatever that means - would be tickled!(You see I'm uberuberuberhip I only know she's a chick who dated Russel Brand I'm so above it all).
Now matter how much Mr. Sluggo would like to convince LFF she's good for nothing, it's quite clear she's a gifted performer playing herself on television and has been since she was a he knee high to a bee. So what if she can't sing. Do you imagine Madonna can? Of course it's not that the singing ability is missing that bothers Lilly daddy. In his estimate a real "genius" would undoubtedly serve up a certifiably ironic "I can't sing and I luuuuuuuv it I'm so far beyond hip hear me roar" take on the not being able to sing thing. After all it's right out of the play book from which 9/10ths of movie and TV scripts have been written from the earliest days of the brat pack (whoever they are lol I don't know honestly! just the expresion).
Fauntelroy family is forthcoming about their deep dark secrets, about their charlatanism of the past, at least. Amusing that the presenter feels it's so ironic that the book on 3rd eye astral traveling was written by a FAKE psychic/guru rather than a BONA FIDE genuine for realz out of body specialist. What an ass! The perfect antidote to the strong and miserably stodgy POV of this doc is a passage from Salman Rushdie's "The Ground Beneath Her Feet" about outsiders/ con-men / criminal / outlaw types and why they appeal to us, how our fiction in all modes is so often centered around such characters, permitting us at least a sort of dream experience of what might not be dared in day to day life.
The chancy counseling given to presenter by star actually sounded like not such bad advice. I guess presenter hasn't a clue how many counselors and therapists are loonier than their clients.
OK I guess I'm done time to go do something else now beside BBB.
Phantom Lady (1944)
lame movie worst pacing of any movie from the 40s ever
moves like a slug the two leads are beautiful ella raines is so lovely.
but what a cheapie! what about those court scenes that are nothing but looking at a stenography pad! for a full half hour we do nothing but visit all these idiots who fail to remember "phantom lady". boring.
finally when it picks up a little when leading lady goes all floozie underground for some reason my mac DVD player gets stuck, I need to crash the computer to escape "the beach ball" and every time I try to continue watching it's the same thing full screen and beach ball and no more movie. Maybe the mac is showing me some mercy.
really hated watching the 45 minutes of this I did...
"a film to see with the eyes of an animal" . .. uh, OK
long winded, short on substance, big on intentionally poorly composed shots which, if they are meant to suggest the POV of an animal, are an insult to our 4 footed friends.
what is really most irritating about this film is the pretense at some sort of 'objectivity' (primarily through shots that give the impression nobody was looking through the camera viewfinder and editing of sequences that for large stretches simply go nowhere) which in fact is anything but - rather "Bestiare" evinces soft pedaled but nonetheless smarmy, constant clucking, moralizing, pontificating high dudgeon from first frame to last. a great effort is made to 'rigorously' dehumanize the people who participated on camera. why sure, we're stupid enough an audience to imagine the "bestiary" is run by zombies, no heavy handed manipulation there.
Something tells me that auteur and crew helped themselves to all manner of meat, fish and poultry all the days of their lives before summoning up the quiet indignation that results in a film like "bestiary". cause that would just be so typical... and a hoity toity typical typifies "Bestiare".
A glance at this director's CV and my jaw dropped at his fecundity. But if this is typical of the films he makes, they really might be cranked out at the rate of about a per week.
The Juche Idea (2008)
a heavy handed mockumentary, the doc "Kimjongilia" is a better investment of your time
When the end credits roll (including, notably, a shout out to Pauline Oliveros and her collaborator as purveyors of "Capitalist Music") it becomes evident that one has been watching a mockumentary, not a proper doc. All the scenes in the "artists' collective" and the "science fiction film" were shot in Rochester! Frankly, I resent wasting my time watching this comedy masquerading as a documentary, when my prior knowledge of the essentially tragic subject of the state of the arts in North Korea and its context - gained simply from watching the far more serious and easily far superior work "Kimjongilia" - goes well beyond anything offered by The Juche Idea. Watch that film, you'll immediately grasp that to depict the HK media in a harsh light, no lampooning/exaggeration on the part of a madcap auteur is necessary.
The films' lowest points are certainly these idiotic English language lessons on tape presenting dialog cutting between 2 ineptly matched shots featuring a heavily accented Korean speaker and an utterly zombie-like Russian 'actor', about as articulate in English as the Frankenstein monster. This is satire? It strikes me as pretty lame, not terribly funny and certainly not worth trotting out at intervals some 3 or 4 times. Or, or...was this entracte of language tapes one of the sections of real "found footage"? One can't be sure once the 'mixed bag' nature of the film's sources is revealed at the very end. This brings us to the most critical question of all: at this point, who the hell cares?!
The fictional artist in residence upon whom the film centers, with her experimental-toned-down-to-slightly-expressionistic bent, would hardly find support in NK. And it rather bothered me that her intelligence as a character seems pretty pronounced but then she produces laughably unintelligent attempts at Juche film and poetry. Not that such people don't exist, in droves, my dear. East, west, north, south shoot the artist holding forth, shoot the art: instant comedy/satire will result in discouraging quantities... Why fake this?
So, I have to give this film a really low rating since I presume Mr. Finn isn't going to follow this up with mockery of art in the west, which is the only way "The Juche Idea" might... come to achieving any context justifying its existence, as far as I'm concerned.
SKIP THIS AND WATCH "KIMGJONGILIA" which is a far more significant film. You'll get plenty "hilarity" at the expense of 'the Juche thing', but set off, not with strained attempts to amp up the laff riot aspect, but rather with sobering material about real peoples' miserable experiences and the day to day political backdrop of this tragic Kingdom of Kim Jong deifying Kitsch. All "the Juche idea" really adds to this is some exposure of a number of predictable, not terribly fascinating soundbites from the "film theory" writings of Kim Jong Il.
Life of Pi (2012)
after a ponderous slow start it gets really good
Was hatin on this movie for the first stretch, very ponderous, and neither the all encompassing mysticism nor the humor was grabbing me. Other things I didn't like included the two actors in the roles of storyteller Pi and novelist. Couldn't buy that the almost Sabu-cute youngster ended up looking like that, sorry, but...with all them bollywood beauties to choose from, why that guy? the novelist guy's performance I just didn't like at all, his performance seemed terribly mannered to me, annoying.
But once the storm comes on the ship we begin to get something worth waiting for. Maybe there might have been a little less... I mean why are movies getting so long lately? I was completely taken in by the 2nd 'believable' monologue regarding what took place on the lifeboat, as the artistes intended, dismayed at Pi's apparent fabrications accompanied by the emotion! So when all was revealed, metaphorically, that was quite a coup. Began to appreciate the substance of his movie in one blow. nice We were wondering coming out about the tiger being Pi but Pi being there but... it makes a lot of sense, with Pi sort of "behind" the tiger. Especially when the tiger leaps off the boat and comes at Pi. This would be when Tigerpi considers or attempts suicide after all he's seen. nice And then I really admired that for all the talk of God, Pi denies that the ship was sunk on account of whatchacall "an act of God", which in this case would be the Christian thing to do, allowing the bereaved families to collect compensation? That's how I interpret it anyway. Very nice!
Odile and Yvette at the Edge of the World is enchanting, haunting film
Andre Burke said that indeed it was Tarkovsky who inspired him to make films. His life tragically cut short, Odile and Yvette stands as his masterpiece. One can't even begin to imagine what else he might have achieved, for he was a filmmaker of tremendous range.
I also saw a brilliant short, "A" (1986), which had been a big success "on the festival circuit, shot on video, avant garde, sort of post Nam June Paik, visually. Very dark. Not only was it a brilliant if somewhat elliptical film about AIDS, but Andre created the score, from which we may confidently state that if he'd had a notion to, he might have been an outstanding composer. Perhaps it'd be more accurate to simply say, he was an outstanding composer. The score was comprised entirely of overdubbed violin parts. He was a virtuoso violinist, among other things.
He made one other feature called "The Rules of the Road" no echoes of Tarkovsky in it. In fact I wasn't crazy about that film. I mention this to demonstrate that I didn't approach Odile and Yvette with any favorable prejudice, indeed, I wasn't expecting a whole hell of a lot! lol But it blew me away and from time to time I meet someone who saw it and that reaction seems to have been prevalent.
He told me a little teeny bit about a feature he was trying to get made which was to be called, "That Queer Feeling" From the sound of the little scene he described to me, it would for one thing have been completely different from this movie, and it would have been uncommonly truthful, in the uh, well in my opinion largely vast wasteland for the most part that is the new new queer cinema as it were. Not that there aren't some notable to nearly great films coming out in this homosexual genre. But those that are worth watching still tend to run on fumes as far as honesty goes.
He might have been that rare thing, a great man who was also a good man. Or rather, again, that's just what he was. The world might have on day realized and celebrated this.
This film was released on VHS. I hope it comes out in proper format someday...
We used to work out together. He was blessed with a beautiful face and got himself e great body. Hey, it's just the truth. And he's missed by a lot of people.