From tskirvin at killfile.org Tue Feb 2 03:08:01 2010 From: tskirvin at killfile.org (Tim Skirvin) Date: Tue Feb 2 03:08:04 2010 Subject: Review: Edge of Darkness (2010) Message-ID: Well, I guess I got the bad January Movie I was hoping for. Should I have had any hope going into the movie? Sure, I found him quite excellent in the first two thirds of the Kill The Brits Trilogy (_Braveheart_ and _The Patriot_; I'm still kindof sad he never starred in _Zulu_), and he did a more-than-adequate job as the lead of action thrillers like _Payback_ and _Conspiracy Theory_. But the last blockbuster he starred in was _Signs_, one of my great movie disappointments of the last decade. Was this not a hint? Well, it should have been. _Edge of Darkness_ is a convoluted mess - not as bad as _Signs_, I suppose, but pretty bad. It started with some dream sequences, followed by a bunch of slow, atmospheric detective scenes; every now and then some shadowy political intrigue was tossed in, and all of it was punctuated with short, sharp scenes of violence. This would be fine, if, say, these pieces fit together in some way. Instead, we were treated to the shock of seeing a woman suddenly and inexplicably killed, and finding that this kind of transition was as good as we were going to get. What went wrong here? Quite simply, the movie was over-complicated; it was trying to be a Bourne movie, without the underlying sensibility or well-thought-out source material. The plot involved too many characters, split into too many factions, many of which never interacted. While there were many geographical settings, all of these locations were in New England, and didn't offer much of a sense of diversity. The "gears within gears within gears" didn't manage to hold up to the slightest scrutiny. The supporting cast was, with one small exception ("how does it feel?"), beyond generic. And the viewer was never given any reason to care - well, except that Mel Gibson was the good guy. (At least my instincts on Mel Gibson were good - he can still act, and even offered a fairly convincing Boston accent for most of the movie.) So, what went wrong? Well, it became pretty obvious once I discovered one fact: the movie is based on a BBC mini-series. Aah-hah! Not only did the movie suffer from the standard British-to-American conversion problems, but it was 1/3 the length! I'm sure that most of those plot points could have been properly explored and justified with adequate time. And if the number of twists in the movie felt like a season of 24, well, that's probably because *that's what they were going for*. In short: this movie tried to cut down a 5 hour mini-series into a 2 hour movie, and did it very badly. And sight unseen, I recommend renting that series before watching this movie. I should have seen _Legion_. * 3/4 As a side-note - one of the trailers was for _The Losers_. I want this movie to be good, if just to encourage the creation of more Vertigo Comics movies. The trailer did not fill me with hope. Oh well. - Tim Skirvin (tskirvin@killfile.org) -- http://wiki.killfile.org/ Skirv's Homepage < <*> http://wiki.killfile.org/reviews/movies Skirv's Movie Reviews From Faust668 at msn.com Wed Feb 3 13:09:04 2010 From: Faust668 at msn.com (Jerry Saravia) Date: Wed Feb 3 13:09:06 2010 Subject: Retrospective: Timerider: The Adventure of Lyle Swann (1982) Message-ID: <9c054764-84ce-4dfa-886a-c3af6c2f11d1@b35g2000vbc.googlegroups.com> TIMERIDER: THE ADVENTURE OF LYLE SWANN (1982) Reviewed by Jerry Saravia RATING: One star The name Timerider refers to a time-travel device in the middle of the desert. It is put to use but unfortunately, a motorcycle rider from the Baja 100 race has inadvertently crossed its path and been sent back to the Old West, circa 1870's. Great idea, horrible execution of the material. Fred Ward is Lyle Swann (not the catchiest of names), the motorcycle rider who has no idea he is in the Old West. Outside of a pack of cowboys led by the scenery-chewing Peter Coyote (in what may be his sole villain role), the lack of phones, a buxom Belinda Bauer who doesn't take too long before she removes her clothes, it all looks the same as the present. Add to the cast a listless, taciturn L.Q. Jones, himself a veteran of westerns, and Ed Lauter as a priest and we got the makings of a cinematic disaster. Fred Ward looks too out of place as the clueless hero, Bauer is there to show some flesh and look helpless as she is tied to a bed and little else, and Coyote and most of the cast overact to the hilt. After Lyle finds himself in the Old West, we get a love scene and numerous shootouts that are badly staged and edited - they take over the last three-quarters of the movie and add nothing to the story outside of reminding us that the Old West was a stomping ground for wild and crazy trigger-happy cowboys. There is one good scene where Peter Coyote wants that motorcycle, referred to as the "machine," and he finally gets a hold of it. Coyote tries to start it up and rides it, only to fall on his bum. Other than that, "Timerider" is a snore-inducing and highly indifferent picture that bears some of the nifty ideas of time travel without realizing them. There is no fun to be had here and with a less than engaging hero and cumbersome acting by all involved, no one to root for either. A twist of fate at the end of the film lends some gravitas but you'll forget about it the next day. For more reviews, check out JERRY AT THE MOVIES at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/Jerry_at_the_Movies.html BIO on the author of this page at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/index.html Email me at Faust668@msn.com or at faustus_08520@yahoo.com From Faust668 at msn.com Wed Feb 3 13:09:33 2010 From: Faust668 at msn.com (Jerry Saravia) Date: Wed Feb 3 13:09:35 2010 Subject: Review: Drag Me to Hell (2009) Message-ID: <8085b4d9-175e-40d1-b0fa-5aad4efc2411@x6g2000vbl.googlegroups.com> DRAG ME TO HELL (2009) Reviewed by Jerry Saravia RATING: Two stars Drag me out of this movie. Sam Raimi's horror-comedy "Drag Me to Hell" puts more spin into horror than the comedy, which would be acceptable had the horror been something more than a vomitous creature and a bland, real-estate heroine with lots of fire and brimstone special- effects. And for comedy, well, we have vomit, worms and a mean goat! These are traditional Raimi touches but they are not very hellishly funny. Alison Lohman is Christine Brown, a bank loan officer who denies an old Gypsy woman an extension on her house (timely topic indeed). Needless to say, the old Gypsy woman doesn't take this very well after she tries to bite her and beat her to a pulp in a parking garage! (Hey, don't shame a Gypsy who begs on her knees.) Unfortunately, Christine has been cursed by this ravaged, cretinous woman with the help of a coat button! How apropos yet Christine is not prepared for the torment and physical pain she will endure. We are talking about demonic shadows that creep around during the day and at night, violent dreams that involve the Gypsy woman vomiting ungodly things into Christine's mouth, flies that try to penetrate her skin, nosebleeds that lead to spraying people with blood, and an assortment of other tortures from Raimi's Evil Dead arsenal. Unfortunately for us, none of this is any bloody fun. Lohman is so fluffy and blandly inconsequential an actress that she would make white bread moldy by just looking at it. Some early scenes with her boyfriend (Justin Long, unconvincing as a professor) show promise, especially when we learn that her boyfriend's mother disapproves of her. And there is some compassion developed early on about her promised job as an assistant manager that feels genuine. Raimi (who wrote this film) abandon all hope of a strong character study for the sake of aimless bloody thrills and chills. Lohman emotes a singular gaping expression every time she is frightened or thrown around like a rag doll (only her scene at a graveyard seems to elicit more of a Bruce Campbell wickedness than anything else in the movie). Raimi amps up the soundtrack with creaky noises and a chorus of screeching sounds, but to what avail when we could care less about Christine? "Drag Me to Hell" aims to be an "Evil Dead"-type film but it lacks thrust and purpose and a better lead. Bruce Campbell in the "Evil Dead" pictures was in on the joke but he also made us watch and recoil at everything he encountered - he and Raimi made more inspired, inventive horror films that became Three-Stooges-like cartoons. Lohman also makes one recoil but we quickly lose interest in a largely unsympathetic and witless character (I will not describe what happens to a certain pet). I am all for a Raimi horror pic that abounds with bad taste and wicked humor. This is the first time from Raimi that I was only left with a bad taste. For more reviews, check out JERRY AT THE MOVIES at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/Jerry_at_the_Movies.html BIO on the author of this page at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/index.html Email me at Faust668@msn.com or at faustus_08520@yahoo.com From Faust668 at msn.com Wed Feb 3 13:11:10 2010 From: Faust668 at msn.com (Jerry Saravia) Date: Wed Feb 3 13:11:13 2010 Subject: Review: Inglourious Basterds (2009) Message-ID: <91da26e8-7935-41e0-9db3-464386209621@g39g2000vba.googlegroups.com> INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS (2009) Reviewed by Jerry Saravia RATING: Four stars For the most absurd and powerful revisionist war movie in eons, you can't get any better than "Inglourious Basterds," the loopiest and most entertaining Tarantino flick since his "Kill Bill" series. To call it only riveting and exciting is to underrate it - it is a movie largely about movies. It is about dazzling the audience and thrilling them to no end with one galvanizing moment of intensity after another. It is so damn enthralling and exasperating an experience, so blackly funny and so blood-chillingly and brazenly violent with such top-notch performances that I am almost ready to say it rivals "Pulp Fiction." In fact, it does. The Basterds are comprised of some Army soldiers during World War II whose job is to hunt and kill Nazis. The way to prove you killed a Nazi is to scalp them, and if you find a Nazi and let them go, you carve their foreheads with the forbidden swastika - a Scarlet Letter of shame. Tennessee-born Lt. Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) is the leader of the pack of Basterds. One member of the Basterds includes a nearly psychotic baseball bat-wielding Donny Donowitz, known as "The Bear Jew" (Eli Roth, surprisingly charismatic). The rest are the archetypes of most 20th century WWII movies including a startlingly beautiful French Jew, Shosanna Dreyfuss (Melanie Laurent), who owns a Parisian cinema where she is forced to show German propaganda films; a British film critic and expert on German cinema no less, Lt. Archie Hicox (Michael Fassebender), who is also a spy; and a glorious German movie starlet, Bridget von Hammersmark (Diane Kruger), also a spy. The plot involves the Basterds' ultimate mission: to kill Hitler, Goebbels and the whole Third Reich in the very movie theatre owned by Shosanna by setting fire to a few dozen nitrate movie reels. If this mission, known as Operation Kino, succeeds then World War II is over. Yes, I know, we never heard such nonsense when we learned about World War II in school but Tarantino isn't so much making a historical film about war - he is brave enough to rewrite it to fit his own universe. Back to the mission: a certain dashing, charming, suave and cunning Nazi may serve as an obstruction. He is Hans Landa (the amazing Christoph Waltz), who has a calm demeanor and is extraordinarily intelligent in obtaining information. He can find a Jewish family hiding out in the French countryside, ascertain the proprietor of a high heeled shoe in the aftermath of a massacre, and can speak English, German and Italian with ease. He is the most delectably frightnening villain in all of Tarantino's ouevre - an officer who can make anyone quiver and spill the truth without the need of a lie detector test. Can the Basterds stop this nasty Nazi and finish the war with Jewish-American suicide bombers and dozens of nitrate film reels? "Inglourious Basterds" is the work of a master director who combines and mixes his love of all war movies into a socko and comical epic punch of a movie. As I stressed before, he is not making a traditional war movie nor is he making a serious treatise on war - he is making a war movie about war movies. But even more interestingly, he adds touches of humanity even in the face of such homage - the movie is in quotes and full of irony but there is something deeper here that touches on war in a way that perhaps war movies have not touched upon, post-"Saving Private Ryan." For example, there is the Sergio Leone opening (complete with a score that is reminiscent of Leone's spaghetti westerns) with the dairy farmer harboring Jews underneath the floorboards of his home. Landa pays a visit and eventually discovers that there are Jews hidden under the kitchen. When the dairy farmer tries to fight back tears, knowing that he had to give away their presence (and Landa knows it too), it becomes unbearably tense and it is tinged with regret - this war makes everyone quiver and shake in their boots. Also consider the Bear Jew who beats a Nazi to death with a baseball bat - the other Nazis have surrended and see this horrific display of brutality with tears in their eyes. Such scenes show that Quentin Tarantino may be a demonic hell-raiser of a filmmaker, but he is also in touch with the humanity in horror from both the good guys and the bad. And then there is the French tavern sequence which rivals even Hitchcock for building suspense and tension. It is so uniquely unsettling this sequence that I would say it is among the greatest suspense sequences of all time. I won't give much away except that it involves a German actress, a few drinks, a name-guessing game and some spies masquerading as Nazis. It is all in the telling details (like how a German is supposed to order a drink) that give away the spies' true identities. "Reservoir Dogs" also dealt with identity but, here, it is almost phantasmagoric in its unnerving atmosphere and tension. But there is so much more to enjoy. I would give a laundry list of fantastic, tantalizing scenes but there is one that is etched in my memory. The vision of Shosanna Dreyfus in her precious movie theatre where her projected laugh on the silver screen in the face of Nazi deaths will linger (not to mention an aural accompaniment preceding the climax with David Bowie singing the musical theme from "Cat People") is haunting and poetic, more so than anything else I can recall from Tarantino. It is as if Tarantino was recalling the imagery of Fritz Lang's own striking noir tales, or even aping to some degree the climax of Lang's own "Metropolis." And there is the cast, which is as wonderful an ensemble as one can imagine. Brad Pitt does his Southern twang perfectly, and most notable is the memorable scene where he rounds up the troops and explains what he expects from them. I would not count this as his best role (that honor would go to "Fight Club") but it is a colorful, hilarious role for the Pitt Man (tell me you simultaneously won't laugh and cringe when he pretends to be an Italian at a German movie premiere). Also worth mentioning is Eli Roth who is suitably effective and mean enough as the notorious Bear Jew; the almost unrecognizable Mike Myers as a British officer; Rod Taylor who came out of retirement to play Winston Churchill; Daniel Brohl (who really seems to come out of that 40's era) as Frederick Zoller, a Nazi war hero and movie star who can't bear to watch his own life story in the film within the film, "Nation's Pride"; the aforementioned Michael Fassbender as the classy British spy who also seems to have dropped in from that era as well, and Diane Kruger as the sophisticated German movie star in undoubtedly the best role she's played by far (you'll quickly forget she was in "Troy" and "National Treasure"). But there is the piece of de resistance, the man whose glowering eyes and piercing charms will resonate long after the movie is over. He is Christoph Waltz, an actor who makes all other Nazis in the history of cinema look pale by comparison. This is an actor who epitomizes the phrase "devilish charm." He is so evil, so cunning, so humorous, so subtle and so damn charming that I am surprised that the Hitler of this movie didn't quake in his boots at the mere mention of his name, Hans Landa. Shudder, shudder, shudder. Waltz should win the Oscar for playing the most devious Nazi ever, one who so relishes a Nantucket Bay home after the war is over. Playing one of the great villains of all time, Waltz waltzes away with this movie, hands down. Quentin Tarantino's "Inglourious Basterds" is a complete masterpiece of pop cinema, with Tarantino at his absolute peak and in full control of his own vision of war as a playful and violent diversion. I don't think he can top it, but then I didn't think he could top "Pulp Fiction." Well, he did. After the cartoonish carnival of the "Kill Bill" volumes, the grindhouse spin of "Death Proof," and the mature love story of "Jackie Brown," he has delivered his finest achievement to date. It is more than a movie - it is a reminder of the art of the cinema in all its lush glory and vivid entertainment. For more reviews, check out JERRY AT THE MOVIES at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/Jerry_at_the_Movies.html BIO on the author of this page at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/index.html Email me at Faust668@msn.com or at faustus_08520@yahoo.com From steve.rhodes at internetreviews.com Wed Feb 3 13:12:58 2010 From: steve.rhodes at internetreviews.com (Steve Rhodes) Date: Wed Feb 3 13:13:00 2010 Subject: Review: When in Rome (2010) Message-ID: <0MqdncCPrcrM_v7WnZ2dnUVZ_u2dnZ2d@earthlink.com> WHEN IN ROME A film review by Steve Rhodes Copyright 2010 Steve Rhodes RATING (0 TO ****): *** Sweet, romantic and genuine, WHEN IN ROME is certainly fluff, but it is very entertaining and enjoyable nonetheless. Sure, most critics are warning you away from it, but, if you are like the members of our packed audience, you'll be laughing often and will leave with a satisfied grin. But, first let's have a location check. We aren't talking about a rerelease of the Mary Kate and Ashley film of the same name or any of the many other versions of the film with the same title, going all the way back to 1932. The latest WHEN IN ROME features a consistently charming Kristen Bell as Beth, a woman who was so hurt in her last relationship that she has become very leery of believing in love's possibilities for her again. Bell, who has been seen in many TV shows ("Heroes") and films (FORGETTING SARAH MARSHALL), is probably best known for her title role in "Veronica Mars" and as the title voice in "Gossip Girl." She manages to make this lightweight movie rather magical, and there is genuine chemistry between her and her co-star Nick (Josh Duhamel). Set up as something of an adult fairy tale, WHEN IN ROME has Beth accidently casting a love spell on five guys by pulling their coins out of a fountain in Rome, where she has gone to attend the wedding of her sister Joan (Alexis Dziena). While there she first meets Nick, who is the best man at her sister's wedding. The film's many jokes include Nick's lame Italian translations of Beth's reluctant speech at the wedding. Like most of the jokes, you've heard them before, but Bell and Duhamel throw themselves into their parts so convincingly that you never care. Sure, if you go in expecting the film to be bad, you can probably groan smugly. But, if you'll just be in the moment, as our audience was, you'll easily fall in love with the film and its stars. Most of the supporting casting is okay, if nothing exceptional. My personal favorite is Dziena ("Invasion"), who is cute as a bug in the small role of the sister. Another good one is Jon Heder (NAPOLEON DYNAMITE) who plays a street magician who thinks he is love with Beth because of the coin spell. At a time when way too many movies have colors that are downright dull, WHEN IN ROME features wonderfully lush and inviting colors. It's a real treat for the eyes. The story ends predictably but satisfyingly. The ending also contains one of the film's funniest sight gags, which involves a tiny car. Yep, you've seen this before too, but, as you're laughing hard, you probably won't mind. WHEN IN ROME runs a breezy 1:31. It is rated PG-13 for "some suggestive content" and would be acceptable for kids of all ages. The film opens nationwide in the United States on Friday, January 29, 2010. In the Silicon Valley, it will be showing at the AMC theaters, the Cinemark theaters and the Camera Cinemas. Web: http://www.InternetReviews.com Email: Steve.Rhodes@InternetReviews.com *********************************************************************** Want reviews of new films via Email? Just write Steve.Rhodes@InternetReviews.com and put "subscribe" in the subject line. From mleeper at optonline.net Wed Feb 3 13:13:53 2010 From: mleeper at optonline.net (Mark R. Leeper) Date: Wed Feb 3 13:13:55 2010 Subject: Review: The Hurt Locker (2009) Message-ID: THE HURT LOCKER (a film review by Mark R. Leeper) CAPSULE: An American diffuser from a bomb squad in 2004 Bagdad goes from one white-knuckle situation to the next. Just 38 days from being released to go home, SFC William James takes one risk after another because he cannot give up the excitement of the hazardous game. The film is also an education in just how the bomb-defusing job is done. We see two robots defusing the bombs and one is Staff Sgt. James. We never get to really know any other side of James. He is an addict of the game he plays, and we do not know if there is much human inside him. Rating: +2 (-4 to +4) or 7/10 This is an almost documentary-like portrait of a man who enjoys his job and goes into episode after episode with gusto. It is a job that most people would assume nobody would like. The job is defusing or detonating bombs (technically IEDs or Improvised explosive devices) in Iraq. SFC William James (played by Jeremy Renner) likes living on the very edge. He is like a chess master who glories in keeping ten games going at once, knowing he will beat every single opponent. What is more, he is willing to play with very uneven payoff. If a bomb maker loses, he looses a few hours work and some explosives. James is betting his life and the lives of others. And he does this over and over and over under the watchful eyes of people each of whom could be a bystander or could hold the detonator. To this point he has always won. But when he worked on the first bomb he ever defused he was pushing his luck. Doing it repeatedly while disobeying orders, exasperating his squad leader (Anthony Mackie), and trying to do anything in those cumbersome padded anti-explosion suits goes beyond just pushing his luck. He is committing slow motion suicide. Why does he love this job? Is it the beauty of his surroundings, exotic Bagdad in 2004? That is not very likely. It appears to be just that he loves the competition and cannot give up playing the game. It is an obsession with him that he continues to play, like a kid with a video game. He knows he is good and that makes it impossible for him to stop. Kathryn Bigelow, director of action films like STRANGE DAYS and K-19: THE WIDOWMAKER directs a film written by Boal. Curiously for such a tense film, the pacing is really slow. A lot of the game is standing still and sizing up your opponent(s) and jockeying for a better position and maybe waiting out a sniper. That takes time and slows the pace. The film could tell us more about what is going on inside the characters, but Bigelow passes up that opportunity. Almost everything else is done well. The cinematography by Barry Ackroyd puts you even a little nearer to the action than you would choose to be. The style is very realistic, except for occasional touches like slow motion to show the dark beauty of a detonation. Other times James in his padded suit looks like he is walking on the moon. There are not even opening titles so that from the first frame the viewer is pulled into the action. One thing pulls us out a little. I did not recognize Renner, but several all-to-familiar actors show up in small roles and pull us out of the action with the game of "Is that... No. Oh wait, yes it is." If you think you see Guy Pearce, Ralph Fiennes, or David Morse, yes, that is him. Go back to the movie. If you think you have seen George Clooney, he is not there. The film opens with a quote from Chris Hedges saying that war is a drug. The drug is adrenaline and its rush does seem to be addictive for people like SFC William James. The film makes that quite clear, but I am not sure it says a whole lot more than that. The film is quite a ride, it could have said so much more. I rate THE HURT LOCKER a +2 on the -4 to +4 scale or 7/10. I missed where the title comes from unless it suggests that James keeps all pain locked up inside him. Film Credits: What others are saying: Mark R. Leeper mleeper@optonline.net Copyright 2010 Mark R. Leeper From themoviereport at gmail.com Wed Feb 3 13:15:12 2010 From: themoviereport at gmail.com (Michael Dequina) Date: Wed Feb 3 13:15:14 2010 Subject: Review: Preacher's Kid (2010) Message-ID: <4b66cbda.0f0bca0a.2fec.ffffe61a@mx.google.com> _Preacher's_Kid_ (PG-13) *** (out of ****) With a title like _Preacher's_Kid_, it's not entirely unfair to walk into the film expecting a "standard" faith-centered/gospel play-style drama. A plot summary makes expectations fall further in that line: sheltered 20-something choir girl Angie King (LeToya Luckett) leaves the home of her strict bishop father (GregAlan Williams) to join charming R&B star Devlin Mitchell (Durrell "Tank" Babbs) on a touring gospel play company. The story is another variation on the prodigal son tale, used many times over in entertainments both religious and secular. But the film's writer-director is Stan Foster, whose most recent screen credit was for the screenplay for one of the best, most affecting entries in the genre, 2004's Michael Schultz-directed, Independent Spirit Award-nominated adaptation of his play _Woman_Thou_Art_Loosed_ (based on the novel by Bishop T.D. Jakes), and accordingly there's a bit more edge and heft than just the expected faith-affirming messages and lessons. Most striking of all Foster's self-referential, meta-commentary approach with the film's play-within-a-film conceit. While this angle allows Foster to poke some good-natured fun at the well-worn tropes of genre, both in on-stage action (e.g. broad character types in both old age and Madea-style cross-gender drag; the obligatory moment of gratuitous beefcake by the heartthrob lead) and more inside issues (such as the types of stars generally cast in such productions and the general day-to-day working conditions of such touring plays), it also reinforces how he employs those familiar genre conventions far more effectively than the norm. Indeed, at the core of the film is a well-meaning female lead caught between a Very Bad Guy in Devlin and a Very Good Guy (choir director Wynton, a bit of a thin role played by Sharif Atkins), but there's a fair amount of grey shading that makes the proceedings all the more believable. While his behavior comes to explicitly live up to his similarly-sounding namesake, Devlin's effortlessly charismatic manner is convincingly, understandably alluring--and hence all the more insidious as he preys upon Angie's naivete and attendant insecurities. Those qualities in Angie are nicely drawn from the start, and as such her more questionable decisions are understandable, coming from that place of honest unworldliness and a pure need to be accepted and belong in the "real" world outside of her father's orbit; accordingly, she is also is shown to not be beyond displaying some unpleasant behavior herself. The added complexity is also present in the smaller parts, from the play's pragmatic director Ike (Clifton Powell), who does his part in advising caution but knows better than to not say or do anything to upset the rather delicate production in any way; to Angie's father, who may be wise to warn about the evils of the world but must also learn himself--not only to let go but also, in an effective (if somewhat underserviced, due to run time constraints) secondary plot, to start living life for himself a bit. That sense of balance and subverting expectations extends to the casting. While veterans such as Powell, Williams, and Ella Joyce (as an old friend of the bishop's) reliably do the job in their supporting parts, carrying the film--as is often the case in many of its stage-based ilk--are two familiar figures in the R&B world who are relative newcomers to acting, Luckett and Babbs. Luckett proves to a natural beyond her established vocal abilities, comfortably navigating the emotional demands of the role and holding the screen with effortless, relatable likability. Any outward signs of Luckett's screen inexperience actually serve the part well, for Angie would be a bit ill at ease in many of the situations in which she suddenly finds herself and especially when confronted with as overwhelming a presence as Babbs's Devlin. Babbs doesn't seem to be stretching much at all in the early stages, clearly having fun riffing off of his well-known loverman music persona, but what really makes Devlin's eventual manipulations and abuses all the more startling is just how convincing Babbs proves to be in depicting the dark side. Likely to be underrated in a less showy but no less important part is Tammy Townsend, who shines both vocally and dramatically as Desiree, Angie's rival for Devlin's leading lady position both on and off the stage. She, like the rest of the cast, benefits from Foster's generosity in his script, taking what in another film could be a cardboard adversary into a character that develops unexpected layers as the film progresses. While that sense of added dimension strengthens _Preacher's_Kid_ throughout, the ultimate reason for its success lies in something simpler, which is actually addressed in one rather observant line from the film: "Our audience may not be the most sophisticated, but they can spot a lie." In terms of broad narrative and thematic strokes, the film may not venture too far past what is plainly obvious from the outset. So it all comes down to how the formula is executed and how the message is expressed during its two hours, and Foster's film confirms the unique, undeniable power this genre can achieve on both stage and film--best exemplified by a scene climactic to both the movie and the play-within-a-movie, where Angie's song soars with such sincere, soul-baring passion that the audience, religious or otherwise, is uplifted beyond the screen and to a place that is genuinely transcendent. (c)2010 Michael Dequina Michael Dequina mrbrown@iname.com The Movie Report/Mr. Brown's Movie Site: www.themoviereport.com www.quickstopentertainment.com | www.cinemareview.com | www.aalbc.com www.johnsingletonfilms.com | on ICQ: #25289934 | on AOL/Y! IM: mrbrown23 Michael Dequina A-Frame Studios twotrey@gmail.com | michael@aframestudios.com | mrbrown@themoviereport.com The Movie Report/Mr. Brown's Movie Site: www.themoviereport.com www.cinemareview.com | twitter.com/twotrey23 | AIM/Y!IM: mrbrown23 From mleeper at optonline.net Wed Feb 3 13:19:45 2010 From: mleeper at optonline.net (Mark R. Leeper) Date: Wed Feb 3 13:19:46 2010 Subject: Review: The Lovely Bones (2009) Message-ID: THE LOVELY BONES (a film review by Mark R. Leeper) CAPSULE: Peter Jackson visually overpowers what should have been a small personal story. A murdered fourteen- year-old girl is in a limbo between heaven and earth from which she tries to bring her grieving family peace and at the same time get the murderer found out. The overpowering glories of the afterlife are really a distraction from the real story that is taking place in our world. More effort was needed in telling the earthbound story that seems superficial even in a 135-minute movie. Rating: low +1 (-4 to +4) or 5/10 Fourteen-year-old Susie Salmon (played by Saoirse Ronan of ATONEMENT) is murdered by neighbor George Harvey (the great Stanley Tucci). Susie does not go directly to heaven but to a sort of limbo-world called the In-between. She is not entirely in heaven, and she is not entirely in the real world. Instead she can see her family and try to protect them. She also tries to reveal who her murderer is so that her family can find some closure. Susie's parents, played by Mark Wahlberg and Rachel Weisz, are absolutely crushed by the tragedy. Wahlberg seems to work overtime in being the bereaved parent and Weisz seems not to have nearly enough to do. Susan Sarandon is along as the bad-girl grandmother who tried to be as bad an influence as possible on Susie. Traditionally a story like THE LOVELY BONES would have been treated as a small personal film with just a few visual images to show the metaphysical taking form in our world. Just subtly hinting at the world beyond worked for films like Jerry Zucker's GHOST and THE UNINVITED. That might have worked for this film, but Peter Jackson was the wrong director to do that. Jackson is known for his flamboyant visual style. He created huge spectacular vistas for THE LORD OF THE RINGS and for KING KONG. There was a place in this film that it must have been irresistible for Jackson to put in visuals. After Susie is murdered in this film she goes to "The In- between." And apparently for Jackson the enticement was just too great to spend a lot of money and make The In-between about as glorious a place as his imagination could muster up. It is full of New Zealand splendor and special effects skies and landscape that changes shape. The problem is that is not where the important part of the story takes place. Most of the story takes pace in our world. The splendor of the In-between is not the point of the story. It is really a distraction. Jackson spends too much time trying to convince us it is a wonderful place for much too bizarre a definition of wonderful. It is out of place, like wearing a diamond tiara with shorts and a t-shirt. THE LOVELY BONES is reminiscent of WHAT DREAMS MAY COME, which did not have nearly so good a story, but which gives us much more creative images of heaven and hell. The In-between seems to have lots of wide-open space, but for some reason Jackson keeps returning us to images of confined space. We see a penguin in a snow globe, we see ships in bottles, and the most claustrophobic space of all is a small bunker built by the Tucci character as a place where he can kill. That bunker may be a detail from the book, but it makes very little logic. It is awfully well built and nicely furnished. It is hard to believe he could get all the materials to built and furnish this underground room with nobody noticing. He would have had to do all this work in the middle of a very flat and open field where he could be seen from a fair distance away. The idea that he could do all this construction and not leave in it any clue for the police stretches the imagination almost as much as the concept of the In-between does. It is hard to know what Jackson was intending to do with this film. Instead of telling the earth-story he seems to have wanted to give us some indelible images of heaven--or a place very much like heaven. He misjudged the images and made them seem banal. I rate THE LOVELY BONES a low +1 on the -4 to +4 scale or 5/10. Jackson can create the images of Middle Earth in beautiful detail, but he seems to be unable to show a piece of paper carried by the wind that does not look like it is being pulled by a string. Film Credits: What others are saying: Mark R. Leeper mleeper@optonline.net Copyright 2010 Mark R. Leeper From mleeper at optonline.net Wed Feb 3 13:22:29 2010 From: mleeper at optonline.net (Mark R. Leeper) Date: Wed Feb 3 13:22:31 2010 Subject: Review: A Single Man (2009) Message-ID: A SINGLE MAN (a film review by Mark R. Leeper) CAPSULE: A day in the life of a man in deep depression. Directed by first-timer Tom Ford and based on a short novel by Christopher Isherwood, A SINGLE MAN gives us an up-close and very personal look at a college professor who recently has lost the meaning of his life when he lost his gay lover. We follow him through a single day as he looks just once more for love and for life or the strength to end it all. There are good performances by both Julianne Moore and Colin Firth. Rating: +1 (-4 to +4) or 6/10 A spoiler follows the main body of the review. For George Falconer (played by Colin Firth) each new day is an ordeal--living in agony and in L.A. He starts the day putting on the right fashionable clothing that he uses like a mask to hide the pain going on inside him. He looks longingly at a gun and the escape that it could bring. George was deeply and profoundly in love for many years with the handsome and callow Jim (Matthew Goode), but Jim died in a car crash on an icy road and George's life just crumbled. Now he is going through the motions of his day. He teaches his class in literature and almost by habit notices the good-looking men he sees around him. He goes to a liquor store and sees another hunk there. On the other hand the women around him seem just collections of pieces to him. The camera suggests that he cannot even look at women as whole people. When he sees them he sees their hair or their mouths or their eyes--especially their eyes. He is out of touch with people and living within his mind. The camera captures his mind fog with slow motion close-ups of people he does not really care about. In other films this same camera technique has been used to show people who are drugged. And it is showing him almost in the same state. There is no love left in George. The last living person whom George cares about was his long-time friend, Charley (Julianne Moore with a fairly convincing British accent). If George could have loved a woman it would have been Charley. He even gave it a try once, but when it failed it really ruined both lives. Charley is now always either mostly drunk or fully drunk. She still sees George for friendship or dinner, but she is only teasing herself. Colin Firth seems to have made his reputation mostly playing solid, prosperous "Mr. Right" types like the two Darcys in PRIDE AND PREJUDICE and BRIDGET JONES'S DIARY. Tom Ford co-authored the screenplay as well as directed the film, his first. His real business is as a fashion designer. His visual sense can be seen in George's unrealistically fabulous house. Just where George gets to wherewithal for a house like this on a college professor's salary is open to conjecture. The film has technical problems. We are told that it is taking place on November 30, 1962, but the television tells us that Cuban Missile Crisis is occurring. Actually the crisis ended October 27th. We are told that George and Jim had been together for something like fifteen years, but they appear not to have aged at all since they first met, as we see in flashback. This film is based on a short novel by Christopher Isherwood whose book I AM A CAMERA was made into a film and then remade as a play and a film as CABERET. Curiously, he also wrote the screenplay for the TV miniseries "Frankenstein: The True Story." This is a film of gay angst. There are some directors who might have tried to make a statement that George's pain is at root caused by intolerance. Tom Ford does not do that. Instead we just seem to have two people, George and Charley, who are just plainly dysfunctional. They are free to make their own mistakes, and they really do make them. I would rate this film a +1 on the -4 to +4 scale or 6/10. Spoiler... Spoiler... Spoiler... Spoiler... Spoiler... Spoiler... The ending of the film is telegraphed. Early in the film we see George has a physical problem that seems independent of all his other problems. That then is dropped until the very end. Curiously enough it makes the whole film a variation on a familiar O Henry story. Film Credits: What others are saying: Mark R. Leeper mleeper@optonline.net Copyright 2010 Mark R. Leeper From Faust668 at msn.com Thu Feb 11 17:43:46 2010 From: Faust668 at msn.com (Jerry Saravia) Date: Thu Feb 11 17:43:50 2010 Subject: Retrospective: Troll 2 (1990) Message-ID: TROLL 2 (1990) Reviewed by Jerry Saravia RATING: Three stars (!) "Troll 2" can be summed in one phrase: best good bad movie you might ever see. I've seen my share of good bad films that manage to entertain in spite of everything else that goes wrong ("Plan 9" is infamous, of course, but there is also "The Third Society," less well- known but worth watching because it is not boring). But "Troll 2" is something more unique, a fifth-rate B movie that is so woefully misguided and executed that, somehow, it actually works because it is so damn entertaining. If the filmmakers admitted they made a parody of "Village of the Damned" or something of its ilk, I would've said this was exceptionally hilarious. The fact that the filmmakers intended to make a serious horror movie makes this a special good/bad movie with its own special place in the annals of idiotic cinema. "Troll 2" has no relation to the original and very dull "Troll" from 1986, which starred Michael Moriarty, Sonny Bono and I think one angry troll. At least it had a higher pedigree than this movie, which may be the only sequel where "in-name only" feels like a cheap understatement. This movie was supposed to be called "Goblins," just as other notable films by the Italian director Claudio Fragasso like "Terminator II" and "Evil Dead V" had alternate, original titles with no relation to their popular U.S. titles. Moving on, a family goes on a vacation trip to the town of Nilbog (anyone that can't guess what that means...) where it is so sparsely populated that there doesn't seem to be a functioning grocery store (they offer unrefrigerated milk for free and it ain't Parlamat!). Lo and behold, Nilbog's residents are all goblins (hate to spoil that for anyone) and there is a resident witch living in a church with a crimson red bed in its lobby, a portal to Stonehenge, and lots of plants! The family have a son (Michael Stephenson, the best actor of the bunch) who has visions of goblins eating the chlorophyll remains of dead people with green ooze in their mouths! He figures out what the town of Nilbog is up to, thanks to the spirit of his beloved grandfather. By the way, the house the family actually trade for their own has handwritten signs of the occupants's names taped on their doors. For laughs, we get little Stephenson urinating on green-iced cookies and cake (we know he will do it when he opens his fly); the grandfather's spirit getting lost in the house; the witch seducing a young teenage boy with corn on the cob that turns into popcorn; a sheriff offering a teenager a cheeseburger with green ooze (now who would willingly eat that?); a silly jamboree; another hapless teen turned into a plant, holding a flower pot; an 80's dance scene, and there is so much more that I can't keep typing this nonsense. This is the kind of movie where any description of any scene must be followed by an exclamation mark. What is "Troll 2" about? I can't say except that the town of Nilbog and its hungry goblins care about the environment and are vegetarian. However, they like to eat people but only after they pollute their victims' blood with chlorophyll mixed with cheeseburgers (from some 24 hour burger joint in town) or with vanilla cake and cookies. So, to destroy the goblins, it might help if you are armed with a double decker bologna sandwich that has no trace of chlorophyll. This begs the question: if the goblins are strict vegetarians, where do they get the unrefrigerated cow milk? (Unless it is Parmalat). Also, they are surrounded by the forest, so why don't they feast on plants and leaves instead of feasting on people and turning them into plants? Yeah, there is irony here but it is so slapdash and so absurdly presented that I classify it as unironic and unintended irony. That last statement makes about as much sense as the movie. Apparently, the English-speaking actors in this ultra low-grade horror (shot in Utah) were not able to communicate with Fragasso(using the alias Drake Floyd) or the crew because they all spoke Italian. That explains a lot, but I can't say I was bored by this movie. It is so entertaining and so unintentionally comedic and so inanely acted and directed, it is hard to resist. It is a new high in the lower margins of fringe filmmaking. Suffice to say, once you have seen "Troll 2," you can't unsee it. For more reviews, check out JERRY AT THE MOVIES at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/Jerry_at_the_Movies.html BIO on the author at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/index.html Email me at Faust668@msn.com or at faustus_08520@yahoo.com From Faust668 at msn.com Thu Feb 11 17:44:59 2010 From: Faust668 at msn.com (Jerry Saravia) Date: Thu Feb 11 17:45:03 2010 Subject: Review: Twilight (2008) Message-ID: <9a2959f3-e18f-4da4-9678-7befbe49ca28@z26g2000yqm.googlegroups.com> TWILIGHT (2008) Reviewed by Jerry Saravia RATING: Three stars Vampires are fascinating creatures because they represent the undead and seem unconnected to humans and their proclivities. Not so with the vampires in "Twilight" - they play baseball and attend the prom! There are a couple of new twists on vampires in "Twilight," an absorbing love story that has a rushed third act but it still manages to maintain interest. Kristen Stewart is Bella Swan, the quiet teenage girl from Phoenix who has moved to the town of Forks, Washington, to live with her father. This town is almost always cloudy and drenched in rain. Her new classmates seem like a joyful bunch, but there is also a group of emaciated teens with dark brown eyes. One of them is a brooding James Dean lookalike named Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson), who is even more quiet than she is. Bella sees something in Edward, something either otherworldly or she has met the sulkiest, most distancing teenager in history. But when she is rescued by Edward, either during a potential rape attack or getting smashed by an out-of-control truck, she grows smitten and eventually discovers his secret: he is a vampire. I think the ice-cold skin might have been the tip-off. Legions have read Stephenie Myers' novel so they know what to expect. I suppose a teen-friendly vampire soap opera is a might close to my initial expectations, but I was pleasantly surprised by the film's central key relationship. What elevates it I think is Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison who have undeniable chemistry, and keep the romance believable and honest. In fact, had Edward not been a vampire, it wouldn't have mattered. She wants to kiss him, make love to him, but all Edward wants to do is climb up trees. He makes her long for him, and I can imagine that many teenage girls find this idea arresting, forlorn and tragic all at the same time. Yeah, he is a vampire and she is human so sex could be a problem. The key word is abstinence but I must say it is refreshing to see a movie where the teenagers can love each other first before the sexual shenanigans begin. Director Catherine Hardwicke (who helmed the potent "Thirteen") knows and understands Bella and Edward enough to give them weight and some measure of complexity. "Twilight" does suffer a bit when it focuses on Edward Cullen's family, who all live in a glass house in the middle of the woods. They welcome Bella with Italian food that they obviously cannot eat themselves. The Cullen clan also play baseball but only when lightining strikes (!) and they only drink the blood of animals. And when we are introduced to another group of vampires who kill humans, I felt my heart sinking a bit. A better subplot given less screen time is to the Native American family who might be werewolves. Granted that many of these subplots are in the book and perhaps figure in later installments, but I grew weary of the evil vampire clan and their determination to go after Bella. Perhaps due to Stewart and Pattison's love story, I felt these other elements distracted a bit. Still, "Twilight" is a serene and strangely beautiful film with two charismatic leads. The love story blooms and stays with you, nicely amplified by Stewart and Pattinson who give this film an ethereal humanity you don't see much of in movies anymore. Hardly a great movie nor a stunning new saga in vampire lore, "Twilight" is still captivating and makes you swoon. It is just a sweet love story that happens to revolve around vampires. For more reviews, check out JERRY AT THE MOVIES at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/Jerry_at_the_Movies.html BIO on the author of this page at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/index.html Email me at Faust668@msn.com or at faustus_08520@yahoo.com From steve.rhodes at internetreviews.com Thu Feb 11 17:52:27 2010 From: steve.rhodes at internetreviews.com (Steve Rhodes) Date: Thu Feb 11 17:52:30 2010 Subject: Review: The Last Station (2010) Message-ID: THE LAST STATION A film review by Steve Rhodes Copyright 2010 Steve Rhodes RATING (0 TO ****): *** While THE LAST STATION's two major Oscar nominations, Christopher Plummer for Best Actor and Helen Mirren for Best Actress, may cause you to needlessly raise your expectations for the film, the movie is basically an entertaining piece of fluff with a little drama thrown in every now and then. The last film I saw by writer and director Michael Hoffman was 2002's THE EMPEROR'S CLUB, which is a very traditional and completely satisfying film that is something of a combination of DEAD POETS SOCIETY and MR. HOLLAND'S OPUS. His latest movie, THE LAST STATION is equally successful. Basically a love story, it tells a story centered on the end of Leo Tolstoy's life, a time in which he had abandoned his books to his new endeavors, which could be seen as a movement that was a precursor to communism. Called Tolstoyian, the new movement is shown as being advanced more by Vladimir Chertkov (Paul Giamatti) than by Leo (Plummer) himself. Pacifism and a renunciation of private property appear to be the two main tenets of this philosophy. Leo, a gregarious guy who is said to have been the most famous author in the world in 1910 when the story is set, lives on a large country estate with his wife Sofya (Mirren) and some of their thirteen children. They have a loving but very volatile marriage. Sofya worries about Vladimir stealing all of her husband's money for Vladimir's causes. While living a very aristocratic lifestyle, Leo talks endlessly about the plight of the peasants. Meanwhile, outside their front door is a permanent encampment of a host of journalists acting just like today's pesky paparazzi. Sofya, a melodramatic hypochondriac, and Leo squabble and bicker when they are not engaging in sweet talk and playful kidding. After 48 years of marriage, they still love each other very much, but forces are conspiring to drive them apart, as the couple's goals increasingly diverge. In a satisfying but ultimately disposable subplot, James McAvoy plays Valentin Bulgakov, the new secretary sent by Chertkov to spy on Leo, and Kerry Condon plays Masha, a free spirit Valentin meets at the Tolstoy estate. In no time, Valentin abandons his belief in a celibate life and throws himself headlong into a sweet little romance. With superb acting throughout, THE LAST STATION may not be a great film, but it certainly is an easy one to enjoy and savor. THE LAST STATION runs 1:52. It is rated R for "a scene of sexuality/nudity" and would be acceptable for teenagers. The film opens nationwide in the United States on February 5, 2010. In the Silicon Valley, it will be showing at the Camera Cinemas. Web: http://www.InternetReviews.com Email: Steve.Rhodes@InternetReviews.com *********************************************************************** Want reviews of new films via Email? Just write Steve.Rhodes@InternetReviews.com and put "subscribe" in the subject line. From mleeper at optonline.net Thu Feb 11 17:56:12 2010 From: mleeper at optonline.net (Mark R. Leeper) Date: Thu Feb 11 17:56:14 2010 Subject: Review: Phyllis and Harold (2010) Message-ID: PHYLLIS AND HAROLD (a film review by Mark R. Leeper) CAPSULE: Cindy Kline is a filmmaker fascinated by her parents' dysfunctional marriage. In a previous film, TIL DEATH DO US PART (1998, a 20-minute short), she interviewed her parents trying to get to the core of what made their relationship so rocky. Later following the death of her father she could get more from her mother about their problems. Now she can tell a more complete story in PHYLLIS AND HAROLD. Ironically, what she tells us of her parents and what we can see are diametrically opposed. Cindy's conclusions are directly at odds with the evidence on the screen, and the entire story is surprisingly compelling for such a modest effort. Rating: +1 (-4 to +4) or 6/10 Over the years when she was growing up, Cindy Kline and her sister Ricky were caught in the battles between her parents. Outwardly they seemed at one time an attractive couple. Harold's profession as a dentist allowed them to live very comfortably and to travel extensively throughout the world. They should have been an ideal pairing. But secretly and not so secretly they were in a constant state of conflict. Cindy interviews the two of them and tries to put some meaning onto the discord. The two seem opposites. Harold is quiet and at least in front of the camera is easy going. Phyllis is talkative and acerbic. From early in the film a pattern becomes clear. Phyllis's descriptions are punctuated with sharp verbal jabs at Harold. Harold stoically takes the abuse and gives none back. For example, Phyllis will say Harold would send "what he considered love letters." Apparently they did not meet her high standards for what constitutes "love letters." Through the years she benefitted from being married to Harold, but usually escaped from any responsibilities as part of the relationship. In the early days when Harold was struggling financially, Phyllis spent weeks looking for a job and then quit the job she found after only one day. She has children by Harold, but then does not want to raise them herself and hires a nanny. For ten years Cindy was closer to the nanny than she was to Phyllis. In the interviews Phyllis complains about Harold's supposed bad behavior and his faults. Harold says nothing about Phyllis that is not sympathetic. He is proud of his accomplishments, his investments, and how he can provide for his family. He is a simple man and something of a romantic, supporting his wife and ignoring the digs. The film takes some twists. Apparently Phyllis had an affair with a married man with whom she is still in love. The daughters tell her she should have followed her love without much consideration to what it would have done to their family, especially their father. Little incidents boil up from the past. Cindy as a young girl sees a baby and her mother has to tell her that babies do not stay cute for long and they grow into ugly teenagers. Phyllis throughout is domineering and self-obsessed. Even as Cindy makes the film she seems unable to see how destructive Phyllis was. If Harold has a similar negative side, we see little of it in the film. He may be clumsy, but he is a romantic. The film has the uneven style that might be expected of an inexperience filmmaker. We get some makeshift animation that may be intended to lighten the tone. It is mostly of the photographic style that Terry Gilliam would use for the early Monty Python episodes. Somehow it seems like it belongs in another, perhaps lighter, film. Some of the sound recording is crudely done and a little hard to understand. Some of the scenes go on too long without giving us new information. The use of home movies intercut with the scenes of the present are a familiar touch and the home movies could have been better chosen, but they give a feel for the time period of the narrative. Cindy Klein give us a picture of herself as a woman who grew up in a household that had the assumption that it is the husband's responsibility to make the wife happy, but not the reverse. She seems unaware that she maintains that prejudice throughout the film, and it may reflect badly on her, but it gives the film its interest. I rate PHYLLIS AND HAROLD a +1 on the -4 to +4 scale or 6/10. Film Credits: Mark R. Leeper mleeper@optonline.net Copyright 2010 Mark R. Leeper From lifefeed at gmail.com Thu Feb 11 17:57:18 2010 From: lifefeed at gmail.com (Justin M) Date: Thu Feb 11 17:57:20 2010 Subject: Retrospective: Visioneers (2008) Message-ID: <0678ea4b-9b29-45e4-b6f4-a5823a1544e7@m16g2000yqc.googlegroups.com> Visioneers review by Justin M rating: 5/5 I came home from work to my small one-bedroom apartment and cooked a mid-priced porterhouse steak. I coupled it with a handful of Mediterranean salad from a large Tupperware in my fridge, and topped it off with large glass of water. I took my meal into my uncluttered living room and then sat down to watch a movie about people who spontaneously combust due to their humdrum lives. Visioneers is a dark indy comedy. It stars Zach Galifianakis as George Washington Winsterhammerman, a man who has dreams where he is namesake and is battling the British. In reality George is a level three worker in the Jefferies Corporation, a national conglomerate that appears to run America. He sits in a gray office and with paperwork that comes from a retro-futuristic pneumatic tube. He lives in a mini-mansion with his wife and son, the former of whom religiously follows a happiness talk-show, and the latter we never see. He is supposedly happy. Galifianakis is fantastic as George. All of his acting comes from how fully he inhabits this character, from the expressiveness of his silent emoting, and he has to be expressive since this is a very quiet character, and entire scenes pass by without him saying a word. The few times he bursts with emotion it's not with the wild recklessness we've come to expect from actors, but of a man whose still struggling to free himself. Galifianakis's job here is even more impressive when you consider that this is the same actor from The Hangover. Visioneers takes place in a dystopian world where dreams have almost entirely disappeared, literally and figuratively. The Jefferies Corporation manages people from birth to death, allowing them to live idle suburban lives filled with nine-to-five jobs and minivans. The pervasive banality of the Jefferies Corporation has started to cause a peculiar problem: people have started to spontaneously combust. We eventually learn the reason why: these are people who dream, and they can't reconcile their dreams with reality. George the dreamer is worried. Jared and Brandon Drake are the director and writer, respectively, and this is their first movie outing. The movie is well-made, although it does show it's low price tag at times. With a larger budget we could've seen a more coherent world, one in which we see the full insidious reach of a company capable of producing an office as Brazil- like as the one George works in. The writing is top-notch, the story takes us to a place that dystopian fantasies rarely bring us. In these kinds of stories the corporation/ government is typical too entrenched to be toppled, it has become permanent. In Visioneers, the Jefferies Corporation is truly threatened by this outbreak of spontaneous combustion. They react to the growing number of exploded dissatisfied citizens as if it were a plague or a war, and their counter-measures grow in urgency and desperation. George accidentally harbors a possible revolution, really a group of bliss-seeking men and women who are as drone-like as the corporate workers, a plot branch that openly mocks the hippies of the sixties. Instead of a hopeless cog, George becomes important. Visioneers is an excellent movie for anyone who likes their indy dark. It marries a high-concept dystopian world with a suburban- family-in-crisis story. The movie takes pieces from Brazil, American Beauty, and More, and comes out greater than the sum of its parts. Half-way through the movie I opened up my yogurt cup with fruit on the bottom, and discovered that the fruit was missing from the bottom. Concerning the poor dreamers in Visioneers, a bare moment before they explode they have a sudden knowledge of what is about to happen. I don't know if that's a boon or a curse. 5/5 (For more reviews, check out http://www.albanyboston.com/, where I write from Boston.) From tskirvin at killfile.org Sat Feb 13 12:33:26 2010 From: tskirvin at killfile.org (Tim Skirvin) Date: Sat Feb 13 12:33:29 2010 Subject: Review: Valentine's Day (2010) Message-ID: There were few bright spots as I was forced to sit through _Valentine's Day_ last night. The best I came up with was finding ways to make the movie better - perhaps an impossible task, but hey, I was really stretching. I came up with two reasonable ideas: 1. We have both McDreamy and McSteamy (from Grey's Anatomy - no, I don't know their real names [yes, I watched that show for too long]) in this movie; why don't we hook them up? That'd be awesome! 2. When Julia Roberts is returning to her seat on the plane to L.A., there's a significant amount of unexplained turbulence. Can we please crash the plane into the city and kill everybody involved? A mix of _Escape from LA_ and _Magnolia_ would be significant step up... But no. This was a movie of romantic comedy clichÃ(c)s, not subversion slash or disaster movies. The most subversive element was an Indian Shotgun Wedding; the most disastrous element was the waste of good talent. And so I was left with one of the most painful pieces of film I've seen in years. _Valentine's Day_'s premise - "how many A- and B-list actors can we fit in a romantic comedy?" - clearly overrode any other considerations that the creators might have come up with. The movie of a dozen or so five-minute romantic comedies stuffed together and loosely connected by a ten-minute romantic comedy. Each of these plots wastes two or more talented and/or popular actors, who only have their looks and/or reputation to rely upon to display a character. Only one of the plots involves anything even vaguely unpredictable; none of the characters go through anything resembling character growth, most don't even show much personality in the first place, a few "plots" never even have a plot introduced, and a couple (Kathy Bates, Queen Latifah) don't even have an associated love interest. It was almost as if they came into the game too late, and just needed to be stuffed in somehow. The movie's implementation was nearly as bad. The movie jumped frenetically from plotline to plotline, introducing secondary characters from time to time that were more interesting than the main plots. Romantic comedy clichÃ(c)s were generally elided to save time; given that there *was* no other plot, this was especially egregious. Thematic integration points between the sub-plots were ignored. Any visual themes that might have been interesting in a longer movie were lost by being caught up in the sheer mess that was playing elsewhere. And the writing... dear Gods, the writing... Interestingly, it was the fact checking that I found the most egregiously bad. Perhaps a minor point for most people, it bothered me that nobody looked at a calendar and spotted the fact that Valentine's Day falls on a Sunday this year. This movie clearly takes place in 2010, and more clearly takes place on a weekday (there are kids in school, work is in session, etc). Perhaps it's just that I know that things would have had to *change* if the movie had been in a different year, but... Romance? Oddly, I'd argue there wasn't any. There were break-ups; there was the occasional realization that two characters "had always been in love"; and there were Grand Revelations. Past that, we merely had the time to glimpse people that were, purported, already in love. Comedy? I could swear that some of the audience (made up of 70% teenage girls) laughed a couple of times, but I honestly couldn't tell you when that happened. I certainly didn't laugh, or gasp, or respond with some low kind of pity. Was there anything worthwhile? Well, I saw it with a dear friend; that was nice. And while she didn't hate the movie as much as I did, she also didn't get upset when I ranted about it on the way back. Score one for Eva. Yeah, that's about it. Avoid this movie. * - or, more accurately, BOMB Postscript 1: I suppose that it's fair to point out that I am not a fan of romantic comedies, and that my score probably reflects this. In my defense, there are definitely romantic comedies that I respect and, shockingly, even like - _Love, Actually_ comes to mind. This movie, however, was an embarrassment. Postscript 2: when the trailers come on, I highly recommend closing your eyes and ears for _Date Night_, the vehicle for Tina Fey and Steve Carell. The movie's only chance might be surprise as to the premise; and the trailer ruined that for me. - Tim Skirvin (tskirvin@killfile.org) -- http://wiki.killfile.org/ Skirv's Homepage < <*> http://wiki.killfile.org/reviews/movies Skirv's Movie Reviews From Faust668 at msn.com Fri Feb 19 17:15:13 2010 From: Faust668 at msn.com (Jerry Saravia) Date: Fri Feb 19 17:15:16 2010 Subject: Review: Monsters, Marriage and Murder in Manchvegas (2009) Message-ID: MONSTERS, MARRIAGE AND MURDER IN MANCHVEGAS (2009) Reviewed by Jerry Saravia RATING: Three stars A title like "Monsters, Marriage and Murder in Manchvegas" will remind some of the gloriously long titles of B-movies of the 1950's. After all, it is no different than a title like "I Married a Monster from Outer Space." Movies like "Manchvegas" don't seem to exist anymore and coming from writers Matt Farley and Charles Roxburgh (who also directed), they aim to make a charming, inoffensive picture that is seemingly exploitative (with a title like that, you can't expect less) but delivers a certain sweetness that can only emanate from its small- town setting. The small town in this film is Manchvegas, or more appropriately to the rest of you, Manchester, New Hampshire. Three members of an entrepreneurial group known as M.O.S. (Manchvegas Outlaw Society) deliver newspapers, hot dogs, books, lemonade and poppy Beach-Boys- sounding CD's from their own band around town. They also solve some petty crimes such as finding the kids who are stealing the delivered newspapers. Of course, M.O.S. mostly spend time at a nearby lake engaging in lots of tomfoolery and "summertime fun," including throwing water balloons at each other. The leader of M.O.S. is Marshall (Matt Farley), who pines for the affections of Jenny (Marie Dellicker), another member of the group (would a blonde adult really hang out with such a group?). There is also All-Star Pete (Thomas Scalzo) and he mostly plays basketball and sets up surveillance on Jenny's dates so that Marshall can scare them off. Can't really blame Jenny for seeking other men since Marshall suffers from maximum arrested development. A murdered bride-to-be is found and M.O.S. decides to solve the murder (their credentials don't extend beyond stolen newspapers). Another bride-to-be, a product of finishing school known as Melinda (Sharon Scalzo), is missing after she was last seen skinny-dipping but who is the killer? Is it the local grocer who became her fiance? And what are those strange, mythical forest beasts, known as Gospercaps, who speak in an undiscernable language? Are they harmless or are they murderous? I will say that "Monsters, Marriage and Murder in Manchvegas" is an original treat for anyone who loves cheesy, low-budget B-movies, especially those that are still shot on film. Though some of the actors, such as police chief Delvecchio (James McHugh, who is clearly reading his lines rather than speaking them) or Melinda's dad (Kevin McGee, whom Farley has described as their Bela Lugosi), don't give spellbinding performances, Matt Farley, however, gives it his all - he has presence in those arched eyebrows and slight squeaky voice (he was genuinely creepy in his last outing, "Freaky Farley"). He inarguably gives the best performance in the film and the sweet little love story with Jenny adds a layer of true innocence to the proceedings. You can tell these guys had fun making a cheerful, unpretentious film that nearly everyone might have a hard time disliking. But it is also that small-town innocence that gives the movie an added touch of nostalgia. Farley and Roxburgh have to work on ironing out their repertory of actors, but they have ideas and combine humor, nostalgia and a good sense of time and place, not to mention a witty, engaging script with three solid lead actors (will someone please give these guys a bigger budget?). I cannot wait to see what they cook up next. For more reviews, check out JERRY AT THE MOVIES at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/Jerry_at_the_Movies.html BIO on the author of this page at: http://www.geocities.com/faustus_08520/index.html Email me at Faust668@msn.com or at faustus_08520@yahoo.com From mleeper at optonline.net Fri Feb 19 17:16:47 2010 From: mleeper at optonline.net (Mark R. Leeper) Date: Fri Feb 19 17:16:49 2010 Subject: Review: The Wolfman (2010) Message-ID: THE WOLFMAN (a film review by Mark R. Leeper) CAPSULE: Joe Johnston directs an expansion and sophistication of the 1941 THE WOLF MAN. In story and in style this is a cold, dark film. The script has some very nice touches but goes over the top in the final act. In many ways it is much more a work of art than the original film, but the original will be remembered when this film is forgotten. Rating: high +1 (-4 to +4) or 6/10 Lawrence Talbot (played by Benicio Del Toro) left palatial Talbot Manor when his mother died and he was only six. He went to the United States and eventually became a famous actor. Playing in London in 1891, he gets a letter from his brother's fianc Gwen (Emily Blunt) that his brother has disappeared. He returns to the brooding now-cobweb-laden manor house of his early youth, ruled over by his father, Sir John (Anthony Hopkins). It is not clear if the manor or Sir John is deteriorating faster. He finds his brother is dead, apparently by either a very powerful animal or--don't laugh, the locals certainly don't--a werewolf. He soon discovers that there is something very powerful, very fast, and very mean in the forest; it is indeed a werewolf, and it bites Lawrence. Anyone who knows the original film knows somewhat where this story is going. The screenplay is by Andrew Kevin Walker and David Self re-telling a story suggested by the 1941 script by prolific Curt Siodmak. [I am not kidding about prolific. Horror fans should look at Siodmak's filmography.] But knowing the original film does not prepare the viewer for the dark, morbid atmosphere of director Joe Johnston's sumptuous production. Nothing in the film is ever in brighter than half- light. Where the low B-film budget of the first film did not allow for very much visual style, Johnston goes overboard on the production design. Scenes showing a normal-speed foreground against a time-lapse sky border on the pretentious. The same moon is gibbous and full in the same night. Gore and organs aplenty fall from people slashed open by werewolves and only the dark photography restrains their impact. Johnson was well aware that the usual man in hairy makeup would not cut it. Rick Baker does the werewolf effects including transformation so it is not surprising that transformation scenes would stress stretchiness of limbs, much like Baker's effects in AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON. This is a werewolf who can run on two legs but for speed drops on all fours, an interesting concept. And these werewolves are fast and powerful, thus providing a credible threat. Even if they were not supernatural they would be hard to kill. The original THE WOLF MAN had a weak third act. This version of the story bends over in the other direction having a really melodramatic ending featuring two super-werewolves fighting in a burning house. That is just the sort of film this is. It is peculiar coming from Johnston who directed excellent films like THE ROCKETEER and OCTOBER SKY. He may be excessive here, but he is a good enough director to keep his tongue out of his cheek. This is material that would be easily destroyed by turning it into a joke. Speaking of the supernatural and werewolf lore, there runs through the film a believable confusion as to how to kill a werewolf. Some try silver bullets, and they by themselves are not enough. For one werewolf the film borrows folklore from HOUSE OF FRANKENSTEIN. The other werewolf in killed in a way not generally endorsed in werewolf films, and that seems to be cheating just a bit. Casting for this film sounded odd from the beginning. Having Benicio Del Toro as Lawrence Talbot is a little strange for people used to seeing Lon Chaney, Jr., in the role. But then to cast Anthony Hopkins as his father is bizarre. They neither look nor sound alike. Geraldine Chaplin as Maleva the Gypsy woman is a peculiar choice. Hugo Weaving as a police inspector is a familiar face from the "Matrix" movies and the rest of him is familiar from the title role of V FOR VENDETTA. Universal Studios never showed the proper respect for their tradition of monster films. To give so many tie-in films to Stephen Sommers demonstrates that. Sommers has never shown any real appreciation for the original material. Joe Johnston was a better choice for THE WOLFMAN. He is much closer to the mark. I rate THE WOLFMAN a high +1 on the -4 to +4 scale or 6/10. Film Credits: What others are saying: Mark R. Leeper mleeper@optonline.net Copyright 2010 Mark R. Leeper From tskirvin at killfile.org Sun Feb 21 02:08:28 2010 From: tskirvin at killfile.org (Tim Skirvin) Date: Sun Feb 21 02:08:31 2010 Subject: Review: Shutter Island (2010) Message-ID: What else can I really say about _Shutter Island_ without spoiling the movie for somebody? This is a Twist Movie, and there are two fundamental problems with reviewing Twist Movies: * The reviews are for two different groups of people: those that are trying to figure out the twist, and those that want to know how the movie hangs together when the twist is known. These groups are irreconcilable. * Even talking about the movie's premise can stray into spoiler territory pretty easily. So perhaps I should start small. First of all, this is not a horror movie, unlike what the trailers suggested. Instead, it is a psychological thriller, set in the 1950s on an island in Boston Harbor. In fact, the only part that the trailer got unambiguously right is the people involved; it does indeed star Leonardo DiCaprio, it includes a pretty impressive supporting cast, and it is clearly directed by Martin Scorsese. The marketing team probably would have been better to focus only on that. While the movie is clearly a Twist Movie, it's actually a fairly straightforward one. This isn't a movie where you're going to come out and say "I see how he tricked me!" - indeed, you may see where it's going a mile away - but this turns out to be a perfectly reasonable way to handle things. The movie is methodical and consistently paced, and it benefits from this quite nicely. The setting and time period turned out to be more interesting than I expected it to be. The characters, living on an island with little contact with the mainland, seemed to be connected to the world at large in much the same way as the viewing audience was; that is to say, indirectly and with only a basic understanding of what was really important at the time. Only the racial issues were truly jarring; the rest just seemed a little bit unreal, but so did life on the island itself. And... well, that's about all of the gross details that I can offer. That, and "I liked it"... ...well, okay, a couple of details. * The opening of the movie takes place on a ferry, taking Federal Marshall Ted Daniels to the titular island. The main thing I noticed in the opening scene, besides the ominous soundtrack and general character introductions, was some second-rate green-screen work. This bothered me at the time, but as it turned out, it helped set the tone for the movie as a whole. Who knew that a little bit of poor special effects work could benefit the movie as a whole? * The most jarring part of the movie was Ted Levine playing the institute's Warden. Having seen him over the last few years primarily as Captain Leland Stottlemeyer in _Monk_, it was hard to even recognize him without a moustache. He did a fine job, but it was shocking. * I don't know how much of a mental connection I had made between the 1950s and World War II before this movie. That's changed now. Anyway - it was worth seeing. It's not Scorsese's best work, but I'm not complaining. He certainly did a better job with this than, say, M Night Shyamalan would have done. *** - Tim Skirvin (tskirvin@killfile.org) -- http://wiki.killfile.org/ Skirv's Homepage < <*> http://wiki.killfile.org/reviews/movies Skirv's Movie Reviews From mleeper at optonline.net Tue Feb 23 17:56:58 2010 From: mleeper at optonline.net (Mark R. Leeper) Date: Tue Feb 23 17:57:01 2010 Subject: Review: Shutter Island (2010) Message-ID: SHUTTER ISLAND (a film review by Mark R. Leeper) CAPSULE: Martin Scorsese turns his hand to directing a psychological horror film. Two United States Marshals travel to an island off Massachusetts that is a cross between Alcatraz and an asylum for the criminally insane. The film is very moody and the plot is twisty and supremely melodramatic, though few of the twists seem like new ideas. Fans of psychological horror may have seen the material before, but rarely so much of it and rarely is the tone so perfectly presented. Laeta Kalogridis wrote the screenplay based on a novel by Dennis Lehane. I suspect this film is Scorsese's tribute to German Expressionism. Rating: low +2 (-4 to +4) or 7/10 Shutter Island is a dismal piece of rock off the Massachusetts coast. It still houses a Civil War fort, but now, in 1954, the fort and two more wards make up Ashecliffe Hospital for the Criminally Insane, part asylum and part fortified prison. Leonardo DiCaprio plays Teddy Daniels and Mark Ruffalo is Chuck Aule, two United States Marshals who are sent to Shutter Island to help look for Rachel Solando. Solando is an inmate who killed her own children and has somehow impossibly escaped from a locked cell. She is either dead or still on the island some place in hiding. The two marshals will need all the help they can get, but from the first moments on the island the marshals clearly are not going to get much cooperation from the staff. From early on, this seems to be a plot suffering from a case of extreme over-stuffedness. Dr. Cawley (Ben Kingsley) and Dr. Naehring (Max von Sydow) may be doing fiendish medical experiments on the inmates. But nobody will believe the inmates when they tell because they are considered insane. Also one of the inmates may be the man responsible for the death of Daniels's wife. Meanwhile, Daniels seems to be drifting into schizophrenia and sees his dead wife visit him. And when he dreams, his nightmares are terrible. Daniels is troubled by memories of an atrocity he took part in during the liberation of Dachau. Besides the creepy fort that is now a ward for the worst patients, there is also a creepy old lighthouse that can be reached only at low tide and which may house horrible experiments performed by the staff of the asylum. A category 5 hurricane is about to hit the island and may level the prison and/or drown the inmates chained to the floor. In the dark of the moon a beast from 20,000 fathoms wades ashore and topples the lighthouse. (Okay, I admit I made the last one up. The rest are real.) This is a longish 138 minutes of story, but it takes a director of genius to pack all of that into even a film of that length. Most horror films have retread plots and if the plot-pieces of SHUTTER ISLAND are not so original, at least their profusion in a single story is. What is refreshing is the stylistic return to some of the conventions of German Expressionism of the 1920s and 1930s. In few films since the early Universal horror films (which liberally borrowed German Expressionism) have we seen such evocative visuals. This film seems to hark back to the German horror of NOSFERATU and THE CABINET OF DR. CALIGARI, and to even greater German horrors at places like Dachau. It is a surprise to see Martin Scorsese making a horror film when his most successful films have been crime stories. In fact, he seems to be a lover of all kinds of films and this film is in some ways a tribute both to the 1930s horror film and the 1950s crime film. DiCaprio and Ruffalo look pretty good in slouchy 1950s hats and coats. Scorsese even has a little nod to 1958's THE FLY when he borrows the line "I said catch them, not kill them." The film is just a little too long and the logic needs some rationalizations by the viewer, but logic problems are a hallmark of the old horror films. Scorsese has made a horror film for film lovers. I rate SHUTTER ISLAND a low +2 on the -4 to +4 scale or 7/10. Film Credits: What others are saying: Mark R. Leeper mleeper@optonline.net Copyright 2010 Mark R. Leeper From mleeper at optonline.net Thu Feb 25 22:08:22 2010 From: mleeper at optonline.net (Mark R. Leeper) Date: Thu Feb 25 22:08:25 2010 Subject: Review: Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Lightning Thief (2010) Message-ID: PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS: THE LIGHTNING THIEF (a film review by Mark R. Leeper) CAPSULE: This film with the cumbersome title is a young adult movie from a young adult novel that reminds us of precursors like JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS and CLASH OF THE TITANS, but is set in a contemporary setting. A high school boy finds out that the root of his problems is that he is a demigod in the sense of Greek mythology. In this world that mythology was not only true, the battles of the Greek gods continue today. Percy Jackson is suspect number one in the theft of Zeus's lightning bolt so goes from being an underachiever to battling the great monsters and gods of the Greek myths. This is a surprisingly satisfying fantasy adventure. Director Chris Columbus adapts a screenplay by Craig Titley based on the popular novel by Rick Riordan. Rating: +2 (-4 to +4) or 7/10 The trailer for JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS talked of a story set in a time of "men like gods and gods like men." The makers had me right there. The film offered special effects genius Ray Harryhausen's mythical monsters, gods that towered eighteen feet high, and the story of an epic quest of heroes. Few films have had films with so much imagination to grab me. I was reminded of that first viewing of JASON when I saw PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS: THE LIGHTNING THIEF. This is a film that will introduce another generation of kids to new worlds of gods and monsters. Percy Jackson (played by Logan Lerman) somehow never fit in at his high school in New York City. In fact he does not quite fit in to our world in general. Then one day on a school trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art a particularly harsh teacher turns into a harpy. Literally, she is a harpy with wings and fangs. His handicapped best friend Grover (Brandon T. Jackson) turns out actually to be a satyr. His teacher Mr. Brunner is actually the centaur Chiron (Pierce Brosnan from the waist up; digital horse from the waist down). It seems that in the tradition of Greek myths, Percy does not know his lineage. His mother is a downtrodden housewife (Catherine Keener) and the father he never met was Poseidon (Kevin McKidd). It seems there is chaos in heaven. Someone stole Zeus's lightning bolt. Chief suspect is Percy. This bolt is the key to all political power on Olympus (moved to hover just next to the Empire State Building). A rogue's gallery of gods and monsters want to get their hands on the lightning bolt. Nearly everyone thinks Percy has it. The confused teen has to learn to fight like a demigod and then go to Hades to look for the bolt. But he needs a way to escape Hades. Percy forms a team with Grover, and Annabeth (Alexandra Daddario), a new friend who happens to be the daughter of Athena--enemy of Poseidon. The three must go across country and collect three blue pearls, the key to escaping Hades. Each pearl is in a different American city and each is guarded by a peril from ancient Greek myth. Most people seem to be comparing this film, the first in a series as the title implies, to the "Harry Potter" films. Well, Chris Columbus (who directed two "Potter" films) directs it. And it is based on a young adult series and it does involve a teenager with the supernatural. Both involve boys with an unknown heritage. There certainly are parallels, but this film is set in a different sort of world and one with a little more gravitas since it is not entirely made up. The atmosphere is quite different. Will this film be remembered as fondly as JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS? Probably not. In the 21st century it has too much competition from other CGI films. And the effects are not as much fun as those of JASON. On the other hand they are far more sumptuous. While Jason might have an animated monster in a scene, LIGHTNING fills the frame with visual effects, albeit digital effects. What surprised me is that I had some affection for an action adventure film the way I would have in the days of the Ray Harryhausen's best films. I rate PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS: THE LIGHTNING THIEF a +2 on the -4 to +4 scale or 7/10. One more comment on the Percy Jackson books: a friend in high school was very enthusiastic about the series and the Greek mythology he had learned from it. I discussed mythology with him and was surprised how much he knew. I gave him a gift of a book on classical mythology and later heard he wrote a report based on the book. He came away with a better understanding of the roots of Western culture. Had he been interested instead in Wolverine, what would he have learned of any comparable value? Film Credits: What others are saying: Mark R. Leeper mleeper@optonline.net Copyright 2010 Mark R. Leeper