Category: Movies

Last night I saw something in the Independent Film Revival’s showing of “The Squid and The Whale” that shocked me and turned the movie from being a dark comedy about an upper-middle-class family falling apart into a study of where I, personally, may have gone completely off the rails.

I’m still processing it.

In spite of being about a demon who is fated to destroy the Earth, “Hellboy II: The Golden Army” is surprisingly… cute.

Saw “Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson” last night, a documentary about one of my intellectual heroes.

It made me sad that he’s gone, and mad that he’s not here to excoriate the Bush Administration and other politicians, and it made me want to get really drunk and write a lot.

So I’d say it succeeded.

Strange that two of my heroes, Thompson and Philip Kindred Dick, shared so many traits. Both incredible and prolific writers, both addicted to drugs, both haunted and fearful of politicians and particularly President Nixon. Both reclusive but social, opening their homes to strangers and newfound friends (and young nubile women), to the detriment of their marriages.

And both of them with personality issues.

Hmm. Food for thought.

Since I plan on logging every movie I watch in a theater this year, I almost forgot to post that I saw “Secretary” last Monday, as part of the ongoing Independent Film Revival series.

I felt almost skeevy being there alone. Alone in the crowd, I mean. Lots of couples, both boy-girl and girl-girl. I couldn’t tell if the girl-girl couples were friends or lovers. I tried not to stare. Man, I’m self-conscious just thinking about it almost a week later.

And after the movie, I felt as if the movie confused and angered me. Yeah. I got issues.

In the past couple of days, I’ve seen two movies.

Thursday night I saw “War, Inc.” It’s a satire, a thinly-disguised story of a man, played by John Cusack, who is hired by the former vice-president, now C.E.O. of Tamerlane Industries, to conduct a trade show in Turaqistan. Oh, and to help conduct the world’s first-ever war run entirely by private industry. And by “conduct”, I mean political assassination. And also a political marriage between a Turaqistanian pop star (played by Hillary Duff) and the son of the Emirate.

I tried to get into the movie, I really did. But it all hits a little close to home for me. I found myself thinking, “this isn’t really that far from real life” and it kept drawing me out of the story. Dan Ackroyd’s Dick Cheney impersonation didn’t help. Ben Kingsley’s faux Southern accent didn’t help. Seeing Joan Cusack ham it up didn’t help. Marissa Tomei as an investigative journalist didn’t help. Even Montel Williams as the soothing voice of GuideStar (an OnStar clone) didn’t help.

Today, I saw “Hancock”. Reviews were mixed – on the one hand, Dustin at Pajiba said the second half of the movie ruined the easy-going first half. But Phil Plait, the Bad Astronomer, said it was good (with minor science nitpicks, which can be expected of a superhero movie). I was unsure if it was worth seeing or not.

I liked it. I liked it because of Will Smith, and because of Jason Bateman, and because of Charlize Theron. And it was funny, and Hancock’s character grew over the course of the movie. I was surprised that it was only 92 minutes – I suspect some backstory was cut. Maybe the backstory didn’t work; internet gossip has it that there were some last-minute re-shoots just two weeks prior to opening weekend, never a good sign.

But I liked it. It’s no “Iron Man” but it was funny.

“Wanted” is badass but shallow. It’s more cynical (cynical means assuming people and their motives are base, rather than noble) than “Fight Club”. It’s not as funny or as ultimately inspiring as “Office Space”. And it’s more misogynistic and unreal (bending bullets?) than “The Matrix”.

I enjoyed the spectacle but I didn’t like where it was going.

Thanks to Pajiba’s review for the comparison of “Wanted” to those three movies. Hard to believe they all came out in 1999, isn’t it?

“Get Smart” is mostly cute. My only major reservation (and I admit it’s kind of a big one) is a completely generic spy plot that could have been written at any time in the last 40 years. Seriously. Russian nukes? Talk about a throwback to the Cold War. Were the writers of the movie asleep for the past several decades?

Luckily I have a huge soft spot for Steve Carell and Dwayne Johnson and Alan Arkin and Masi Oka. And Anne Hathaway is leggy and kinda bitchy, which as anyone who knows me knows is a turn-on.

And the opening scene, when Carell as Maxwell Smart walks through a museum showcasing relics of the TV version of “Get Smart”, including the beloved red Sunbeam Tiger… ah, that tweaks the nostalgia bones.

It’s a little strange to see someone talking into a shoe phone to someone else on a cell phone. We’ve come a long way, baby. Cone of silence still doesn’t work, though.

And it really shouldn’t.

Since I was downtown yesterday, after I left work around 4:30 I decided to go see a movie. I’ve had a free pass via my massive patronage of Regal Cinemas and their points system, and I’ve wanted to see “The Fall” since I saw the trailer.

The story was beautiful and sad. At the turn of the century, Roy, a stunt man for early silent movies, finds himself in a hospital after an injury – or was it a suicide attempt? His girlfriend had left him for the leading man. While recuperating, he befriends a little immigrant girl who seems more than eager to tell stories and steal. Roy tells her an epic story of The Masked Bandit and his co-horts, The Indian, Luigi the Explosives Expert, The Slave, The Mystic, and Charles Darwin and his monkey, Wallace, on a quest to destroy the evil Governor Odious.

The movie makes great use of cinematography and colors. It looks amazing. And it’s all filmed in a shifting, dream-like way, where a camera pan reveals an entirely different scene as it shifts, and the story-world of the Masked Bandit meshes with the equally dream-like real life in the hospital. There’s an element of “The Wizard of Oz” to it, as people from the hospital end up in the story world.

I love this movie. It’s a keeper.

“Kung Fu Panda” is a cute movie. The CGI perfectly captured the expressiveness and body language of star Jack Black, the story is a great synopsis and homage to the basic tropes of chop-socky movies in general, and it helped seeing it with Kevin and his two young sons, in an old-time-y theater in my neighborhood, rather than a concrete movie warehouse out in the ‘burbs.