Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
A loving god.
Hoop Dreams - 6/10. Three hours and 250 hours of footage, and we don't really have any idea who these people are. Gates has a baby and we don't know until he's holding it. His mother graduates from nursing classes and we didn't know until she got her diploma. The two boys slowly give up on their dream and we don't know it until they come out and say it. The movie doesn't ask any questions of its characters and no quarter is given. The only thing to be felt in the movie is the look on Agee's face when his father is around, both when he liked him and when he didn't.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Nothing but what I put in there.
Dreamgirls - 6/10. Doesn't know where its story is. There's an anger in Effie bigger than any one person, but she's shuttled around, backwards and forwards until she's off the screen and rather than have her leave finally and eloquently, the only story to that point with any substance, any solid arc, she comes back, even more buried. It becomes more about a time and place than a person or thing and, honey, this ain't 'Nashville.' Also, the music blows.
People say they want to know the truth,
but what they really want to know is that they already know the truth.
There's no God, but there's you.
Fearless - 8.5/10. A man survives a plane crash. His body makes it back to earth, but his soul is left to wander. There is a look in Jeff Bridges eyes of knowing that is something like Jesus must have had. The movie makes an interesting point, if I'm reading it right, that the only way to live is to know you can die. "Look behind you! Remember that you are but a man!," etc. Otherwise, we just wanderin'.
It needed more Arcade Fire.
Where The Wild Things Are - 7.5/10. A movie for kids, if kids were daft enough to get its message, which is sort of cynical of me to presume, I guess. Max is confronted with himself and is excited and aggravated and confused and bored in different measure. He's not so much a king as a parent, looking at himself and realizing that he needs to fucking grow up a little. The movie's about kids and how they do, but it's not about Childhood, and the Triumph of Imagination as suggested in that trailer, and I'm not asking that it be, but it doesn't feel final -- there was no crescendo, no grand realization, just that boredom that comes with playing a game too long. As a friend suggested, and I paraphrase -- it was a nice film, but I wanted a movie.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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