tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103230572011-10-18T22:47:06.510-07:00"But how shall we prove anything? We never shall. We never can expect to prove any thing upon such a point. It is a difference of opinion which does not admit of proof. We each begin, probably, with a little bias towards our own sex; and upon that bias build every circumstance in favour of it which has occurred within our own circle."Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16348552394353850244noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10323057.post-57031788539009703082009-01-30T09:20:00.000-08:002009-01-30T09:21:50.061-08:00

Haven’t posted here in a long time—time being an elusive commodity. But I thought I’d throw out a few words about a film with explicit feminist implications—at least, with explicit second-wave feminist implications. I saw Revolutionary Road last weekend with a girlfriend who is also single and a bit ambivalent about it. Films like Revolutionary Road belie the myth that marriage and children

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The BestVolverNever a Pedro Almodovar fan, this film has completely changed my mind. The world of this film is rich and vibrant—almost intoxicating. A film about family, motherhood, loyalty, sensuality (read: not masculine-determined sexuality), and hope, Volver allows American audiences to see Penelope Cruz at her best. And her best is incredible.A Prairie Home CompanionSome critics included

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Critics have been pretty rough on Happily N’Ever After. To an extent, the film’s producers ask for it by daring to invoke the legacy of Shrek in their advertising merely because one of Happily N’Ever After’s ten producers also produces the three Shrek films. But despite the critical drubbing received by Happily N’Ever After, I thought the movie was okay. Sure, that’s not high praise, but read

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This review is a modified version of the review published on www.filmmonthly.comFor fans of Garden State, penned and directed by star Zach Braff, expectations for his follow-up film The Last Kiss are high. Though the latter film is not written or directed by Braff, the film peruses similar thematic territory: a disaffected twenty-something suffers an emotional crisis about the meaning of life.The

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John Tucker Must Die offers a lively ode to Spice Girl-flavored girl power. This is not the feminism of Betty Friedan or Ms. magazine. Rather, the four heroines of the film derive power from overt sensuality, fashion, and popularity. Typical high school stuff. In fact, much of this film is typical, coloring by the numbers to hit all the expected notes and finish with the safe ending. As new

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Spoiler alert: As always, I don’t worry about giving away endings. Spoilerphobes should see the film before reading this review. That said, there aren’t a lot of surprises in this movie, so I couldn’t really ruin it if I tried.I had mixed feelings about the new Superman Returns movie. Because of Bryan Singer’s defection from the X-Men franchise, Brett Ratner was allowed to destroy X-Men 3, which

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Rian Johnson’s Brick is the best movie I’ve seen this year. Now, it is only April, and much of what is out in theatres right now is pretty pathetic, but this film made me want to see it again merely moments after the credits finished rolling. It was that fun. So I did—I went to see it again. And I loved it a second time.Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays Brendan Frye, an outsider whose upwardly mobile ex

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This is an unguarded moment, so I will keep it brief. Having read a newspaper in Chicago today, I saw that a rape trial, featuring a video of the attack, had ended with an acquittal. Another of the three men accused was acquitted some time ago, and a third fled the country (always a good indication of innocence).During a frame by frame analysis, the defense attorney successfully supported the

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Craig Brewer’s Hustle & Flow is the cuddliest darn movie about a pimp that I’ve ever seen. It seems rather unlikely that screenwriter and director Brewer has had much firsthand experience with either pimps or prostitutes. Consider Hustle & Flow as the Disney version of the underground world of prostitution.Opening the film with main character DJay (played with touching naturalism by Terrence

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Here’s a reactionary approach to Woody Allen’s Match Point. Did Woody Allen’s mother leave him when he was a child? Was Mia Farrow a terrible nag? Did he get rejected by women an awful lot as a boy? In short, what is his drama?Match Point features three primary female roles: the controlling, manipulative mother; the sweet but boring wife; and the emotionally and intellectually empty sexpot who

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My mission when seeing the Narnia film was to determine at what point my sister would have to remove my four-year-old niece from the theatre. Having read the novel as a family, my niece is relatively prepared for the primary events of the novel: people frozen by the evil witch, a family betrayed by one of their own, and a brave leader’s sacrifice of his own life. Yet as a disgruntled mother

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So far, I haven’t seen Capote appear on many of 2005’s top ten lists, but the film is certainly worth seeing, even during this rare season of good movies. Philip Seymour Hoffman’s performance masterfully brings back to life Truman Capote, as famous for his writing as he was for his bizarre manner of speaking. In keeping with Hoffman’s faithful depiction, the movie presents both the good and the

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The list of movies that I want to see during this glorious holiday (Oscar) season is long. Yet somehow Shopgirl rose to the top of the list. Perhaps I was intrigued by the age-old dynamic of the romantic triangle: undiscovered beauty, rich man, and sweet loser. Maybe I simply wanted to see what screenwriter and star Steve Martin has been up to lately. Or per chance, I wanted to experience a

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History of Violence surprised me on a number of levels. Expecting a typical Hollywood film in which a quiet, unassuming man is forced to return in glory to his bad-ass past, I was pleasantly surprised. Josh Olson’s screenplay is more interested in examining the ramifications of former mob killer Tom Stall’s past upon his present than in celebrating gore (though the film certainly offers its share

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In his review of Walk the Line, David Denby of the New Yorker noted similarities between this film and last year’s Ray Charles biopic Ray. In both films, a country boy finds fame as a singer by creating a unique sound. Both men suffer the loss of a family member in their youth, and both fight a drug addiction as an adult. Luckily, in all the places that Ray is heavy handed, James Mangold’s Walk

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The Constant Gardener is a good movie. Well made, well acted, and pretty darn engaging. It can be described in a number of ways: suspense film, romance, and mystery, appealing to audiences on a number of levels. The cinematography is absolutely stunning: even when the camera scans over the devastating poverty evidenced by the rusting shacks in which the Kenyans of the film live, the images are

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Sort of excuse for failure to post: completed marathon in four hours and fifty minutes. Working on review of The Constant Gardener and just saw and really enjoyed Serenity.

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Jim Jarmusch’s latest, Broken Flowers, features Bill Murray as an aging Don Juan named Don Johnston. Completely depressed and lost (and rich, of course), Don sits in his home, staring at the walls. Yet when he receives an unsigned letter from a former lover claiming she gave birth to his son many years ago, Don is spurred into action by his neighbor Winston, played by the charismatic Jeffrey

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For three weeks, I had time to watch only one movie in a theatre. Since then, I’ve been playing a mad game of catch up. During two weeks in particular, I saw Broken Flowers, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Four Brothers, Junebug, and Wedding Crashers. Thanks to the magic of Netflix, I have also seen Dodgeball, Donnie Darko, and Friday Night Lights. Among those films, I enjoyed many, but of

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Having seen Paul Haggis' Crash two months ago, I wrote several reviews of the film in my head but never really grasped a sense of what I wanted to say. This movie provoked so much press and praise that I probably entered the theatre with high expectations, always a dangerous thing (think of the backlash against Sideways, a charming film brought down by those whose hopes for the film were built up

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Because Gregg Araki’s Mysterious Skin has such a small release, I thought it might be a nice movie to review. Also, the film happens to be darn intriguing. Way more interesting than the overly self-aware Me and You and Everyone We Know, which seems to be getting more press. As I’ve mentioned before, I like messy movies—films that don’t try to answer every question and that leave gaps from which

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Stanley Kubrick and I don’t usually get along: A Clockwork Orange terrified me in ways I have yet to fully process, and Eyes Wide Shut bored me to tears. So I wasn’t exactly looking forward to watching 2001: A Space Odyssey for my postmodern film class, but it turns out the movie is pretty awesome. And I use that word purposefully to take full advantage of the root word “awe.”When I wrote about

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I’m not gonna give this movie too much attention, but since it is one of the biggest films of the summer... Considering that I’m seriously contemplating buying one of those “Save Katie” T-shirts, watching War of the Worlds on opening weekend was not at the top of my to-do-list. Why give Tom Cruise any sense that he is at all relevant?That said, my friend wanted to go, and I’m a nice person. And

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Continued from the review of P.S.Last weekend I spent some time trying to figure out just why I had not yet started my review of either of these films. I realized that because I like these movies so darn much, it is hard to place myself at a critical distance. So here we go—me reviewing two movies that I not only like, but kinda love.Having seen Before Sunrise when it first came out in 1995, I

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A tidbit:Seeing this movie on opening day, my overall impression is as follows: Batman Begins achieves success on the level of Spider-Man. Not the greatness of Spider-Man 2, nor the complete failure of Hulk and Daredevil. But maybe somewhere in between X-Men and X2, perhaps equal to the latter. Is that enough superhero movie comparisons?

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Despite all the press coverage of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, I didn’t find myself real driven to see this movie. My friend Jason, however, convinced me that any film by Doug Liman, the director of Swingers, Go, and The Bourne Identity, deserved my most prompt attention. So now I can say that I contributed to the film’s number one ranking during its opening weekend. Yipee for me for helping the

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Continued from the review of The WoodsmanLet’s consider another film that privileges one point of view: that of a woman this time. P.S. has a quirky premise: a middle-aged woman meets a young man whom she believes to be the reincarnation of her dead high school boyfriend. Perhaps this plotline is a bit odd, but the film engaged me completely for at least half the run time. Then I began to

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SPOILER Alert—If you haven’t noticed, I write these reviews with little concern about revealing the details of the film’s characters, plot, or conclusion. Same goes here. So if you are at all worried about someone ruining the movie, see it first and then read this review.I am working on a review of P.S. as part of my four-part analysis of last week’s movie rentals, but I thought I’d take a

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Continued from the review of Wimbledon The Woodsman also features a caring, self-sacrificing woman. Kevin Bacon’s Walter has recently gotten out of prison, after serving twelve years as a convicted child molester. Only brother-in-law Carlos (Benjamin Bratt) continues to speak to him. Otherwise, Walter leads a lonely life consumed by his work at a lumberyard and his visits to his therapist.

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Knowing that I would likely be unable to leave the house much last weekend, suffering from a cold from hell that refuses to die, I rented four movies. I proceeded to watch all four, and in fact rented a fifth (turns out I can’t watch Before Sunrise again without watching its sequel Before Sunset another time as well). My mood was eclectic, as evidenced by the films I picked up: The Woodsman,

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I’ve been told on many an occasion that I do not have a sense of humor. This comment is usually preceded by some sort of tasteless action or mean joke, to which those around me guffaw like crazy while I sit pondering the nature of humor.Well, okay, so it is true—I don’t have a sense of humor. That said, even I have been known to laugh at the low brow—Old School, for example, killed me, even

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This isn't about a movie, but I just can't help myself. No doubt you have heard about Jennifer Wilbanks' pre-wedding jitters, leading to a false kidnapping story to cover her flight. As I listened to Katie Couric interview the fiancé, who apparently still plans to marry Jennifer once she receives "treatment," I couldn't help but wonder how her family would have reacted if Jennifer had said, "I

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After a weekend of reading psychoanalytic theory as research for a paper I’m writing, I happened into Sin City, which could be subtitled “Freud’s Disciples.” Here are just a few examples of Freud's influence in the world created in the movie: count the number of male organs cut off, shot off, or ripped off during this film—castration anxiety. Or, consider how many young women hook up with older

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I’m a Jane Austen fan, as evidenced by the quote that headlines this blog (does anyone know which book the quote is from???). I’ve seen virtually every recent film adaptation of her novels, including at least three version of Emma and two versions of Pride and Prejudice. Also not surprising, Elizabeth of the latter novel is my favorite Jane Austen heroine. She is intelligent, direct, and bold,

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Both Woody and Soon-yi are taking a break from faking...er...I mean ACTING. 

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I’m not a Woody Allen aficionado. In fact, I’ve only seen a couple of his movies, and those a very long time ago. That said, after watching Melinda and Melinda the other day, I feel I now “get” Woody Allen, or at least I have a firmer understanding of what he does as a filmmaker. Melinda and Melinda, which to many signals a return to the Woody of the past, seems to me fairly representative of

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Two friends have recently thanked me for writing a review that let them know not to see (fill in any movie name here). To be honest, I am kind of horrified by these statements. I suppose many reviews function in this way: “is it worth my money?” Yet there is another purpose to a review: a more probing inquiry into the zeitgeist. To an extent, I am more interested in this latter type of

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Tatonka means "Buffalo" in Sioux, but Kevin clearly mistranslated it to "Mousse." 

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Watching the movie The Upside of Anger, I wondered how this script got produced—the script has potential and offers a wonderfully meaty role for Joan Allen (which she ate right up). Yet so much of the script seems unfinished, half done, or just glossed over. Then I realized that Mike Binder not only wrote, directed, and played a role in the film, but also that his brother Jack Binder produced

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Look, Anakin...the end of my relevance is so close! 

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A quote from Mr. Lucas: "That's not my job, to make people like my movies. They either like them or they don't. That's completely out of my hands."That’s not his job?? So what is his job? Self-indulgent and arrogant filmmaking to please himself?I'm one of the embittered fans of the first Star Wars (er, I guess I mean, second, chronologically) trilogy. And I fear for the third installment,

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To prove that I am not a complete film snob (though I admit that I evidence certain signs of film snobbery), this entry is about Nick Cassavetes’ The Notebook. Based on the novel by Nicholas Sparks (which I understand is poorly written), the film delivers extremely satisfying bodice-ripping romantic cheesy goodness. Though Cassavetes did not impress me with his directorial vision, he certainly

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Dan Harris’ Imaginary Heroes is a flawed but deeply interesting film. He presents a rather depressed worldview—virtually every character is either closed off or hyper emotional in a bizarre compensation for the emptiness of everything. Drugs, sex, and suicide abound, as one might expect from a film directed by a 25-year old. These drug-induced fantasy scenes are among the best in the film, and

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The only thing better than watching a movie? Talking about it afterwards.The Goals:1) Enjoy as many films as possible this year2) Enhance the longevity of my enjoyment by maintaining a record of myexpectations/experiences/reactions to each film3) Expand my vocabulary for describing technical, artistic, and literary achievements in film4) Encourage a dialogue about film with others as excited

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