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[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Arial]Perfect Stranger - What starts as a pretty poor thriller goes absurdly over the top by the tired Hollywood convention of a forced twist ending, and this one isn't… More
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[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Arial]Perfect Stranger - What starts as a pretty poor thriller goes absurdly over the top by the tired Hollywood convention of a forced twist ending, and this one isn't just forced, no, it contradicts everything that happened before it for 100 minutes. The movie piles up red herring after red herring trying to keep the audience guessing, but I think this is because [I]Perfect Stranger[/I] had no idea how to end and who would be deemed the killer. As a result, the hedging feels like a lousy board game of Clue until the awful, ludicrous, inconceivable twist ending. It's the kind of ending that is supposed to somehow make sense because the filmmakers flashed short bursts of a childhood incident that lacked context and clarity. [I]Perfect Stranger[/I] really has one of the worst twist endings of recent memory because it makes no sense and defies all logic. If the ending were right why would someone wait years upon years to plan a murder to hide something that seems inconsequential? Why does someone think their friend is a killer because their computer memory recalled that they visited a company website despite the fact that this person is a journalist and going undercover at this same company? And why, stupid Hollywood characters, do you recite how you've figured out their deeply convoluted plan to the murderer only to get murdered? Halle Berry gives a rather embarrassing performance; she's all over the map and I question much of her character's actions and anxiety, especially when seen ALONE, if the twist ending holds. [I]Perfect Stranger[/I] is ridiculous junk that tries to outsmart an audience by confusing them and then openly negating their story thanks to a twist ending that is intended to blow minds but will simply leave people scratching their heads and pitying everyone involved in this disposable dreck. And no, this has nothing to do with Cousin Larry and Balki.
Nate's Grade: D
Music and Lyrics - As bland and flavorless as the 1980s pop pap it hopes to skewer. For die-hard fans of the romantic comedy genre, there may be some minor level of enjoyment, but for the rest of us (those without ovaries) [I]Music and Lyrics[/I] is predictable to the end and Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore don't elicit any semblance of chemistry. The songwriting is noticeably a cut above thanks to Fountain of Wayne's bassist Adam Schlesinger writing them, but even the participation of one of my favorite bands can't make [I]Music and Lyrics[/I] worth seeing. The Duran Duran-esque music video that opens the film is a hoot and it all goes downhill from there, especially if you're like me and find it difficult to stand the cutesy baby act of Barrymore.
Nate's Grade: C
Wild Hogs - It's hard to imagine that this lowbrow, homophobic, uninspired, painfully nostalgic film is the top grossing comedy of the year so far. I don't really want to further elaborate on what this says about the general public. The boys (John Travolta, Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence, William H. Macy, a more random grouping of actors I challenge you to find) are all henpecked and unhappy with their dull, predictable, socially comfortable lives, so what's a group of men facing midlife crises to do? Road trip. The idea of the freedom of the open road and the rebelliousness of touring the country on the back of a motorcycle seems quaint and naïve at this point in life. What follows on their biker odyssey is a lot of lame slapstick and each actor trying to outdo the other in masculinity. A protracted third act standoff brings the film to a halt that it can never recuperate from. [I]Wild Hogs[/I] isn't a comedy disaster of sorts but it's definitely got enough aimless misogyny and retroactive Boomer nostalgia to make you gag.
Nate's Grade: C-
The Fountain - After six years of anticipation, I cannot escape my crushing disappointment with writer/director Darren Aronofsky's long-awaited follow-up to one of my favorite films, [I]Requiem for a Dream[/I]. While the film manages to be visually resplendent, there is no emotional involvement at all because of how abbreviated the story is. This thing barely covers 90 scant minutes and, this may be the first time I've ever said this, but [I]The Fountain[/I] needed to be an hour longer, minimum. The separate time frames bleed into each other and there's a lot of repetition, but then we discover that the cutaways to the 16th century and the visions of the LSD-heavy future are simply side trips detailed in a book. The real meat of the story is on one man losing the love of his life to illness and how they come to grips with eventual loss, however, I can't feel any empathy when he movie fails to take any time to set up characters. Aronofsky keeps things interesting, and rather weird, but this romantic fable ends up being nothing more than a misguided folly thanks to a total lack of breathing room for the characters to live. This was probably my single biggest disappointment of all the 2006 movies.
Nate's Grade: C-
The Black Dahlia - Hey, I got an idea. How about we make a Black Dahlia movie and hardly involve anything having to do with the notorious Black Dahlia murder? I've got an even better idea; let's center the action around a love triangle involving cops who are, say it with me, too close to the case. And then we'll have a wacked out rich family where the mother (Fiona Shaw, God forgive her) gives a performance that isn't three-sheets-to-the-wind drunk, she is staggering, cataclysmically, powerfully, off-the-wall drunk. Watching her sway and sneer and hiccup is like watching Daffy Duck in this Brian DePalma mess. The central actors feel too young for their parts (the best actor is Mia Kirshner, seen briefly in an audition reel as the soon to be eviscerated Elizabeth Short), and the ending is an insipid caper to an ongoing, unsolved murder mystery. [I]The Black Dahlia [/I]is appallingly boring and yet also appallingly dimwitted, but it does occasionally look good thanks to the technical proficiency of its director. DePalma has had a very up and down career. Consider this one of his valleys.
Nate's Grade: D[/FONT][/COLOR]