Jonathan Glazer’s UNDER THE SKIN starring the alluring Scarlett Johansson skins the sci-fi alien movie genre to it’s barest bones. Rendering an alien’s experience of humanity in the shearing light of quiet examination and inexplicable sombre purpose. Continue reading
THE SECRET LIFE OF WALTER MITTY is Ben Stiller’s struggle to reinvent himself. Desperately dog paddling away from his miniature Stallone and Tom Cruise imitations in poorly drafted satires. Tropic Thunder was Stiller’s last half way success. Thanks to the poignant casting of Robert Downey Jr. in black face, a radical idea. Still the movie stalled when Stiller’s over acting and parodies failed to amuse. The writing was on the wall, evolve or see yourself crash and emplode. Walter Mitty is Stiller’s best attempt at elevating his acting, directing and career.
Splendid fireworks of character, action and dazzling effects, with an unfortunate third act trip and fail once again. All of Star trek’s lineage of the Enterprise’s crew is present in a near perfect balancing act of distributing screen time between character development and establishing a storyline to push everyone at warp speed into adventure that hits heart and home. But is it Sci Fi or merely another action piece obstacle course with an extended halftime of rehashed stage moves ripped from the past, reducing Star Trek to Muppets in Space.
Micheal Bay’s PAIN AND GAIN is a testosterone pumped bright red blood sausage, twisting muscle of a movie. A compelling dramedy of the American dream twisted by steroids, fantasy and greed. Much like America’s economy, this hyper anxiety movie degenerates into a rambling mess of blood and steroid guts. If Bay didn’t reminded me occasionally this is a true story, I may have concluded the movie was ridiculous. Continue reading
If you have lived in LA, and soaked in it’s lifestyle of leisurely drinking and wanton time wasting, then you will revel in this movie. If you haven’t, then it’s going to read like pathetic, lost wildebeest looking for a way to bite its own leg out of a bear trap.
In LA, you are valueless, cloned by the dozens, wandering concrete, it’s a battle to drown out your own worthlessness. Continue reading
It’s a time slip when you fall from your bike. Everything slows down as sparks fly and glass falls, you see it all in slo-mo, disconnected but there, watching. Outside it’s all moving very fast, and Premium Rush mind warps your frontal lobe with trick graphics and charismatic gloss, sweat allure. Koepp’s direction swoops us through the world of New York bike messengers, with exciting camera work and twisted shaded corners.
I am torn over the movie Dredd. It’s an extremely violent movie, blatant and visceral. It’s all glossed over with ingenious lighting and high speed Phantom camera slo-mo which elevates the most horriffic of gunshot wounds and carnage into a giant Pollack canvas of dripping blood, sweat and pain.