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Fuck how have I never noticed that John Mulaney is the guy Andy Samberg is micro-managing in Like A Boss
I just can't bring myself to write my review of The Heat. I don't think my brain wants me to be caught up on reviews. Or maybe I'm just subconsciously blocking that movie from my mind.Â
Elysium
After the unexpected success of District 9, mostly noted for its message on Apartheid while delivering a thrilling movie experience, Neill Blomkamp returns to entertaining social commentary. This time, however, both aspects are muddled due to a lazy script. This film would have been one of my most anticipated summer movies just because District 9, but the plot, trailer and Matt Damon had me even more excited. Looking back at the trailer though, I should have seen some of my disappointments coming. First off, the “heavy handed” social commentary isn’t even my main complaint. In fact, I didn’t find it heavy handed at all. It’s pretty obvious, more so than District 9, but it never felt like it was beating a dead horse.
No, my problem lies entirely with the writing. From forced flashback sequences to lazy character development all the way to blatant plot holes, there is no doubt in my mind that there was a good movie to be made out of this plot. Every attempt at character development seemed way too forced, rather than coming through a natural story like District 9. One of my main problems with this movie was how every scene seemed coincidental with not a lot of coherence. To be more elaborate, Max (Damon) is an ex-car thief who only seems to get in trouble because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Never do any of his problems stem from the repercussions of his criminal life.
Matt Damon plays his character with absolute ease. It’s good that his character fits like a glove, but part of me wishes there was more (much more) to his character. In regards to just about every other performance, however, I felt mildly to severely disappointed. Most notably is Sharlto Copley, who was given standout notices in just about every review. Sadly, I found him to be too over the top. Being an insane villain like the one he plays sometimes calls for the absurd, but not this much. The terrible dialogue he was given in most scenes didn’t help either. Jodie Foster was god awful. She might have been passable if not for her completely terrible accent, but there just isn’t much else to say.
With all of this negativity, I was still able to enjoy myself thanks to the directing of the action sequences. In a world where shaky cam + speed = awesome for some reason, it was very nice to see well framed and completely understandable action. It makes me very disappointed to say that Blomkamp wasted his directing abilities with his own writing, but it’s true. As enjoyable as this was, including a fresh ending and a surprising amount of comedy, this was just flat out bad writing. I anticipate Blomkamp’s next feature because it is nice to see someone who wants to give more than just an action story; he wants to send a message, which is so opposite of every recent summer movie. I wanted to like this more than I did, which could have been achieved if there was a simple rewrite.Â
The Iceman
If anyone ever wants to know the difference between a good director and a bad one, look no further than The Iceman. On paper, a mobster movie starring Michael Shannon and Ray Liotta based on the real life accounts of the notorious Iceman killer sounds like an instant new age classic. However, lifeless direction and by-the-books writing hold down what could have been a great modern inclusion into the mobster canon.
There honestly doesn’t seem to be a better role for Michael Shannon than The Iceman. He was a family man and one of the most feared hitmen in history rolled into one. That is the definition of Michael Shannon role; likable and menacing rolled into one. Why didn’t this work? Well, to be fair, Shannon actually did work perfectly fine. But why didn’t just about anything else? Because this movie couldn’t have been more standard if it tried. Yes, I didn’t hate the movie, but I didn’t find it particularly good either.
Based on both a documentary and a book, it wouldn’t surprise me if the writers did a simple copy and paste or just regurgitated everything the documentary said. Sure, it’s understandable that they wanted to provide an accurate representation of the life of “The Iceman” but couldn’t they at least add some dramatization to make it a bit more interesting? Just about everything Richard Kuklinski does is presented with absolutely no creative touch. If he shoots someone, the camera just meanders on Michael Shannon as he pulls the trigger and then shows the victim with a hole in his head, body, whatever. It felt like the director didn’t even try to add anything special.
There’s an alarming amount of powerful, emotional, and honestly disturbing stuff that happens throughout The Iceman, and yet I couldn’t tell you any of it because it was just so plainly done. It was entertaining at times, interesting even, but it makes me feel like I would have been just as entertained by the original documentary. Random and quite distracting appearances from David Schwimmer (Ross from Friends, now with a hilarious mustache) and James Franco didn’t help me feel involved either. Michael Shannon and Chris Evans both give great performances, but this is sadly just a mildly entertaining and forgettable film. [C+]
I am binge writing all of my overdue reviews.
Prince Avalanche
David Gordon Green, who made his way into the independent group with George Washington, marks his return to the territory that he excelled in. After a promising start to his career with small but acclaimed films, Green oddly stooped down into making poor comedy films like Your Highness and The Sitter. I certainly won’t be the last to say that I’m ecstatic with this return to dramatic independent films. Prince Avalanche was shot in complete secrecy with Paul Rudd and Emile Hirsch. Rudd and Hirsch portray two odd road painters in the summer of 1988.
This seemingly simplistic story slowly evolves into a deep dual character study. As we learn, Alvin (Rudd) is in a serious relationship with Lance’s (Hirsch) sister, which is why he has his job in the first place. Both characters begin as seemingly opposites of one another, which is why by the end of the film, it felt very circular when the two become more alike. Their first opposition is their apparent, or lack thereof, loneliness. Alvin, while being in a serious relationship, enjoys his loneliness in the woods. Lance, on the other hand, yearns for the city life he attains on the weekends.Â
The weekends become a strong symbolic meaning for meaninglessness. After his first weekend of the job, Lance describes how terrible it was for him. Alvin appears to understand, but he honestly doesn’t see much of the point through his body language. The two learn the meaning of life and love through the two victims of these Texas wildfires. This is also why Hirsch and Rudd were both absolutely phenomenal in their roles. Both characters are much more than what they seem to be on the outside. It was much easier for me, the viewer, to understand this from the start all thanks to Rudd and Hirsch’s performance.Â
On complaint to have with this film, however, is that within the meat of the drama, there is a fair share of comedy. The blend between the two becomes inseparable at points, which made it hard to determine whether or not I should be laughing or feeling the character’s emotions. With this however, is also a good representation of just how well David Gordon Green was able to insert comedy into this rather poignant story. In addition, he was also able to add themes of father figures, relationships and difference between loneliness and being alone. [A-]
This is turning into another one of those nights where I just rewatch trailers for dozens of movies out this year that I want to see.
*Every night
There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone.
Would you be good to her?
I need that Prince Avalanche soundtrack and thousands of gifs of Paul Rudd dancing and fishing.
Fruitvale Station
(Written and Directed by Ryan Coogler)
Tragedies are found in even the darkest of places. Any young soul’s death is tragic, even if justified. Yet, at what point do we say, “He/she chose that life,” or, “This could have been avoided?” Ryan Coogler, Oakland native, tries to portray the line between good and bad, thug and hero, as thinly as possible. Oscar Grant is no saint, and Ryan Coogler doesn’t shy behind this fact at all. Some viewers of this film have said that Oscar is painted unfairly in order to manipulate the audience. I can say with confidence that this is not the case. Oscar is a cheating ex-convict drug dealer who is trying to get his, as well as his family’s, life back on track. With the responsibility of paying for rent and his daughter’s education without a job, Oscar finds this task much harder than he thought.
The film opens with live footage of the shooting that tragically killed an unarmed Oscar Grant at Fruitvale station. Giving away the climax to a true story usually doesn’t help or hurt a film, but it worked for this one. Without the audience knowing that this is a story about the last day of Oscar’s life could have jeopardized some emotional moments throughout the film. As stated before, many have labeled this film “manipulative”. Releasing a movie about an unarmed, young black man being killed just around the time of the Trayvon Martin case, it’s certainly tempting to say that this is nothing but manipulation. However, not a single scene of this film felt forced.Some have pointed to the dog scene, but I think I was too distracted by Michael B. Jordan’s performance to notice.
The absolute heart of this film, though, lies in the hands of the young and talented Michael B. Jordan, who portrays Oscar Grant on the last day of his life. I’m tempted to make some sort of joke about Michael B. Jordan acting the same way Michael Jordan played, but I’ll spare you. Without a doubt, MBJ deserves every single accolade he receives for this performance, because God knows he’s getting some. Jordan gives every ounce of honesty, sensitivity, and emotion he has to this performance and it shows. If anyone else had played Oscar, this whole film may have been a waste; he owns the role. And, if MBJ isn’t enough for you, we are blessed with two beautiful supporting performances from Octavia Spencer and Melonie Diaz.Â
The message of the film will be lost on the ignorant who will view this as no more than a white vs. black movie, but I refuse to let race blind me to what Ryan Coogler has given us: an honest film about the inescapable “thug life”. Coogler does not paint it as a party, as modern culture does, but rather as a revolving door. Oscar tries his hardest to get on his feet, but all of his surroundings put him right back where he started by the end of the night. So many important themes run through, such as family and ethics, but nothing rings louder to me than the cry for help Coogler gives to all of those in need of help. Sooner or later, every thug finds his Fruitvale Station. [A]
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Am i the only one who thinks Sandra Bullock's screams are distracting in Gravity's trailers?
I think it's subliminal messaging that only the freaks from Freaks and Geeks got famous.
...and a new favorite of 2013:Â Mud
21 Best Comedies of the 21st Century
Strictly comedies; none of those dramedies.
1. Superbad 2. Knocked Up 3. I Love You, Man 4. Anchorman 5. Shaun of the Dead 6. Hot Fuzz 7. The Other Guys 8. Pineapple Express 9. Forgetting Sarah Marshall 10. The Hangover 11. The 40 Year Old Virgin 12. Role Models 13. Borat 14. Hot Rod 15. 21 Jump Street 16. Talledega Nights 17. Ted 18. Step Brothers 19. Wedding Crashers 20. Zoolander 21. Old SchoolÂ
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