A well constructed argument that criticises the food industry for its… MoreA well constructed argument that criticises the food industry for its methods and the government for its lack of oversight. Prepare for jarring images of animal cruelty. What's ignored in the whole proposal is the obvious population explosion and concurrent rise in affluence of millions, affording them the luxury of eating what they choose (and, as the film itself points out, they make the wrong choice ). And so a passionate, if incomplete, presentation. If you're reading this you probably already know where you stand on this issue. Where is the doc that takes on the consequences of feeding the population explosion is what I wanna know.
Altho the destination is apparent early on, nonetheless its the… MoreAltho the destination is apparent early on, nonetheless its the journey that makes this trip into steamy voodoo country enjoyable. See Mickey Roarke at the top of his game. Warning: explicit sex scenes, which'll condemn or condone the work depending on the viewer.
There's some blarney about "searching for historical fact" woven into… MoreThere's some blarney about "searching for historical fact" woven into the story but basically what you get is an old timey adventure/propaganda/nationalism piece about how ENGLAND! (always said in capital letters w/an exclamation in this film) rose from the ashes of nations to become A LAND OF FREE MEN! (They let some women come along with 'em, too.) Ehh.
More hype than delivery, follow Mr. Dwayne Johnson as he unbelievably… MoreMore hype than delivery, follow Mr. Dwayne Johnson as he unbelievably waltzes into a fullblown Hollywood movie career playing the same guy he played in the wrestling "arena". Watch as he himself cannot hide his incredulous amazement at his good fortune. In the climatic scene the villain manages to slice the Rock's shirt clean off ... this is light entertainment for the youth in your house.
A double-barrelled shotgun in the face of celebrity press and American… MoreA double-barrelled shotgun in the face of celebrity press and American societal values itself, the film snaps, crackles, and pops with its depiction of a Broadway publicist's crawl to the top and what he does to get there. Curtis and Lancaster make Darth Vader and Hannibal Lector seem like Disney friends.
Formula drawing room comedy that has everybody reacting to a thing,… MoreFormula drawing room comedy that has everybody reacting to a thing, whatever the thing happens to be in whatever story (Guess what the thing is in this movie? Go on, try it, you might get lucky), only this comedy adds Pesci as his trademark mob hitman. It gets old faster than it should've as Pesci's role is underwritten, but then so is the entire effort.
The movie version of one of those little clown cars that a hundred… MoreThe movie version of one of those little clown cars that a hundred clowns get in and out of, it descends into pure over-the-top silliness with so many talents vying for the glory-hogging center stage, but nonetheless a landmark simply for the presence of so many talents. What's the best part of gumbo? Of beef stew? Its the combo that makes for sensation.
While a Zellweger fan (and she does well here) this story about… MoreWhile a Zellweger fan (and she does well here) this story about innocent looking and acting DEMON CHILD! has been done before and better, and hoping and wishing for a new wrinkle here won't make it real. Ahh, well ... better luck next time.
Fun like the best of the Abbott and Costello/monster collaborations, a… MoreFun like the best of the Abbott and Costello/monster collaborations, a nifty romp through a Brit-style zombie apocalypse, with nary a feather ruffled. And low gore quotient!
Jeff Bridges as both the advertised legend and as the very tired soul… MoreJeff Bridges as both the advertised legend and as the very tired soul behind the advertising, sick of whole production even as he keeps the fires stoked. Ellen Barkin and John Hurt ably fill in as seconds, all of us simply waiting for the drama to draw to its infamous closing moments, which flaws a generally interesting take on living with fame.