I was talking to a savvy old tech salesman on a rainy day in a Central… MoreI was talking to a savvy old tech salesman on a rainy day in a Central Florida alcohol rehab when the conversation veered (as it always does with me) to film and this was the one that energized the life into him. He quoted the dialogue as if it were Bible. I had only heard of it years ago ...
The cinematic equivalent of Baseball's All Star game, big stars lean big-time into the pitches thrown them in David Mamet's introspective look at the possible underbelly of "nice guy" sales people. Everybody gets a hit, a big play, and a grand time is had by all in this afternoon's entertainment vehicle very worthy of re-watching. Always Be Closing.
A worthwhile trip to early Sixties, small town, Australia where… MoreA worthwhile trip to early Sixties, small town, Australia where burgeoning youth learns that even the most innocent of lives here on Planet Earth is fraught with difficulty. While American media seduced via music and movies about the possibility of a better life possibly somewhere else, the local populace of this rural outpost have to live with the apparent drabness of their own situation. The natural performances of the leads and the writer/director's sure knowledge of his source material quietly deliver this laid back home cooked meal designed to satisfy. A great suggestion by a dear friend.
The horror! The horror!
What? What horror?
That we're finally getting… MoreThe horror! The horror!
What? What horror?
That we're finally getting our just desserts. The underlying point of this branch of the monster family has been that we were the real monsters, with our big cities and armies and bombs, with our egos, we think we run this shit. Well, Ma Nature always has something bigger, something worser, something that'd eat all of our "we run this shit" stuff like a light appetizer. That was what the horror was: that we were gonna get it. And that avenging angel against our own insanity was humbly acted out by a big, unstable, ugly (yet charismatic), lizard from beneath the waves with blazing breath.
There goes Toyko.
Not so this time.
This time our comeuppance by Ma Nature has been changed into some knight errant on a mission to save us (from a threat stolen lock, stock, and barrel from the Alien franchise!) lacking only a suit of glistening armor ... and his balls.
I am ever suffused, watching a Wes Anderson film, with a feeling akin… MoreI am ever suffused, watching a Wes Anderson film, with a feeling akin to watching Charlie Chaplin's tramp character working at eating a shoe: something horrible is being remarked on, yes, but in an inventive, comedic way wherein none of the sadness is lost. In this effort a cast worthy of a year's worth of late night talk shows obliquely note Europe's descent into WWII, the gulf between the haves (us) and the have nots(them), as well as the empty loneliness of both sides, and the redemption gained throughout all sorrow by something so bland and ordinary as friendship (however covert).
In short, a wonderfully uplifting work.
Disney correctly gauged the times when it decided to feature one of… MoreDisney correctly gauged the times when it decided to feature one of it's premier villains as a protagonist worthy of Vader-like admiration. Unfortunately they learned little from Lucas' mistakes when he decided to go back and "explain" his greatest creation. I'm gonna go with blaming an inexperienced director on this one because all the right elements are here, only maybe not put together for maximum impact.
In the meantime, Jolie's still got it, that thing, that "watch me" vibe, only it's wasted, and so everything else too. You watch the film ... but meh. And its over.