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Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling.
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Has an arse for a face
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But I also have a dozen other books lying around that are half-read or not read at all and I suspect those two will go the same way. |
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Just watched Sleeper.
Standard Woody Allen rom-com farce, except that instead of having Woody Allen play a neurotic, college-educated middle-aged New York Jew contending with the vissitudes of love and relationships in the urban jungle it had Woody Allen playing a neurotic, college-educated middle aged Jew from an unspecified location who has to save 22nd century America from its totalitarian central leadership while dressed in skivvies and instead of having Diane Keaton play his introverted and slightly anxious love interest it had Diane Keaton play a frigid 22nd artist who also happens to be a nymphomaniac and likes to get high by rubbing her hands on a silver ball and instead of critiquing 1970s Middle American society it presented a futuristic interpretation of the Orwellian vision combined with the closing credits of the Benny Hill show. I laughed a lot. 7.5/10. |
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Its Baltic!
Join Date: Oct 2006
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![]() "Harsh Times" Watched it yesterday, not too bad, 7.5/10 Film Notes Like Henry Jaglom’s Tracks and Ted Kotcheff’s First Blood, David Ayer’s Harsh Times chronicles the downward spiral of a young war veteran as his attempts to assimilate into civilian life go violently awry. A twisted, skewed look at what constitutes the American Dream this bleak odyssey centres on intense and out-of-control Jim David (Christian Bale), a recently discharged US Ranger as he cruises the mean streets of south central LA, killing time and looking for trouble. He soon finds it. And, like the original bad influence, along the way he draws best pal Mike Alvarez (Rodriguez) into his sticky web. Soon they are embroiled in an escalating life of casual crime, often committed while smashed out of their minds on drugs. Yet Jim yearns for something more. A war junkie who lives on adrenaline, he sees redemption in patriotism and, against the odds, lands a job in the covert world of Homeland Security. That means he might not be able to marry his Mexican girlfriend. But Jim is drawn to badness like a moth to a flame. He can’t resist a road trip to Mexico – one last hurrah before he goes legit for Uncle Sam. Naturally, Mike goes with him… In Harsh Times writer/director Ayer considers the effects of sustained violence on the psyche of the modern combat soldier. Jim emerges as seriously disturbed and borderline schizophrenic as he attempts to suppress the memories that haunt his dreams and bleed into his conscious thoughts. After American Psycho and The Machinist (screened in BFF2005) Christian Bale delivers another shattering portrait of trauma and psychosis while simultaneously presenting a charismatic but morally corrupt hero. Like Robert De Niro’s Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, he drifts between light and dark but is unable to withdraw from the blackness that envelops him. A brilliant study of violence and madness with another magnificent performance from Bale – Wales’s answer to Johnny Depp. |
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![]() FIGHT CLUB: MEMBERS ONLY David Fincher's sanguine exploration of materialism and masculine identity, Fight Club, is a magnificent picture. It's so complex, topical, piquant, so romantically recalcitrant of studio filmmaking mores you have to wonder how it got made in the first place. Yet for all its virtues, Fincher's Fight Club is lacking in one crucial thing: the redemptive power of dance. Thank God for small miracles and Vikram Chopra, the intellect behind Bollywood's reimagining Fight Club: Members Only. It would be unfair to say this picture outrightly plagiarizes; the plots differ substantially, saying nothing of Chopra's glorious execution. There are elements of the original that filter in, surely, but these are tempered by a more obvious filching of auteurist touchstone Road House. If you're going to steal, steal from the best. Meet the charming protagonists of Members Only, four sartorially obsessed friends from Mumbai, India. They're rather like an early-oughts boy band, distinguished from each other by some shorthand defining trait. Vicky (Khan) is the brains, Karan (Morea) is shy, Dhiku (Chowdry) is funny, and Somil (Deshmukh) is funny-looking; despite their differences, each share a weakness for loud shirts, gold chains, exposed chest hair, and choreographed dance scored to infectious, rap-infused Bhangra. "Move your body, baby, shake your body, honey" goes one verse. "Girl you so sweet, what you want, I got the money." Poetry really, and the lip-synching done by our boys is without peer. It is after one of these musical interludes that Vicky (he is the brains, after all) happens upon a solution to the gang's money troubles: they will arrange a location for the irascible college kids of Mumbai to work out their differences and settle scores with enemies, then charge each a thousand rupees to participate. "So you've even thought of a name" asks Somil. Why yes, he has thought up a name, all by himself in fact, and that name is Fight Club. This Fight Club has streamlined its predecessor's eight rules into five, the most important one being "there is no Fight Club." A marked enhancement on "do not talk about Fight Club," I must say, a declaration that's far too ambiguous. Is writing about Fight Club allowed? What about sign language? You can see how this could cause confusion. Likewise improved: the titular Fight Club has become a gender-neutral affair, allowing for two aesthetically-gifted Bollywood babes in cut-offs to articulate feminist empowerment by tearing off each others' shirts against a chorus of "catfight, catfight." It's basically Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony but with bikini tops and kung fu. Like most truly epic films, this one has an intermission (total running time is a laconic two hours and twenty-five minutes), after which the action transitions to Delhi, where our impeccably-dressed dandies renovate a dowdy backwoods bar. They simply will not allow it to become a "drug addict's haven," incurring the wrath of local organized crime elements who wear beards or look like Lorenzo Lamas (LLLL for short). It requires extreme measures: sensitive yet pugilistically-astute bouncer Sameer (Sohail Khan) is recruited to clean proverbial (road)house. After two additional song and dance episodes that are not homoerotic in the slightest, the stage is set for an electrifying climactic showdown at a construction site. Loyalties are tested, the true meaning of friendship learned, and people are thrown through all manner of wall, furniture, and glass window in dramatic slow motion. Said another way: when Fincher's Fight Club Narrator remarks "I want to destroy something beautiful," watch out Vikram Chopra. He could be talking about your film. Interesting footnote: Strangely, both Fight Club and Road House have both been developed as stage musicals. The camp comedy Road House: The Stage Version Of The Cinema Classic That Starred Patrick Swayze, Except This One Stars Taimak From The 80’s Cult Classic “The Last Dragon” Wearing A Blonde Mullet Wig premiered off-Broadway in 2003 while Fight Club author Chuck Palahniuk has apparently had discussion with both Fincher and Nine Inch Nails front man Trent Reznor about adapting his book for the theater. http://www.pretentiousmusings.com/fi...bers_only.html |
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Has an arse for a face
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Didn't know you kept a close eye on Bollywood movies as well, Kev. Next time you want to watch a hindi movie ask one of the resident Indians to recommend you one so you don't end up watching crap like Fight Club. I haven't actually seen it but I'm willing to bet that it's rather shite.
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Teeth like a reindeer. Hung like a horse.
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The Departed: Enjoyable but nowhere near as good as Taxi Driver and raging Bull. Nicholson was better than he has been for many years and even Di Capprio came across reasonably well despite still seeming a decade younger than he is. A good DVD rental but not a great deal more. 8/10
Holes:Rather obvious and contrived but otherwise an excellent family movie. Well worth renting if you have kids between 5 and 15. Helped by a good adult cast and excellent performances fro the kids. 7.5/10 |
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Damnation
Join Date: Nov 2004
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self confessed womens pantie wearer
Join Date: May 2006
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![]() One of the consequences of US involvement in the Vietnam war was the children of GI's by their Vietnamese wives and lovers. For years women who were involved with Americans were social outcasts, treated as collaborators while their children, even when living with grandparents, endured abuse. This is the story of one such child, Binh, forced from his village at 17, going to Saigon to find his mother, then trying to escape to America with his younger half brother, Tam. The film illustrates the rigors of the voyage: the sampan, the Malaysian detention camps, the illegal refugee ship, and the underground economy with near slavery in New York City. Binh ultimately leaves New York for Houston to find his father. ___________ 8.5/10 An incredibly powerful film. Just when you think it couldn't get any worse for Bihn, it does. Just when you think things are finally getting better, they become pitiful. At they very least, it made me glad to be a Canadian citizen. At most, I considered moving to the United States. I even missed the first bit of it but I couldn't change the channel once I started watching. |
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Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling.
Join Date: May 2003
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In Cold Blood
![]() Really boring film about Truman Capote wanting to bum a murderer. Great performance from that fat geezer off of the Big Lebowsky. Just really boring. |
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![]() Plot: A high school swim champion with a troubled past enrolls in the U.S. Coast Guard's "A" School, where legendary rescue swimmer Ben Randall teaches him some hard lessons about loss, love, and self-sacrifice. Rating: 4 out of 10. Hollywood cheese. Costner though has always been a 6 out of 10 actor kinda guy* *not really |
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