... because this is Baumbach, and this movie is basically like an unholy merger of Frances and Greenberg, there are darker things ahead. Josh, you see, is a documentary filmmaker, currently working on his second documentary for the last eight years. Jamie is also a documentary filmmaker. And, well…things get prickly.
It's hard to quantify this sort of film. Unlike the unintentional racism of films like Rush Hour, Get Hard knows exactly what it's doing and tries its best to play everything for a laugh. Surprisingly, much of it works and that's purely to the credit of the cast. Everyone is happy to make a fool of themselves and you can almost imagine them saying "no hard feelings, right?" after every take.
I may not like Sean Penn as a human being, but he does a fantastic job here. A few times in the film he manages to project more emotion with a look than some actors can do in an entire scene. Bardem is fun to watch even if you know exactly what he is going to do and say. Trinca does a lot with very little. It just stinks that The Gunman itself is a virtual paint-by-numbers movie. Despite the R-rating it still feels incredibly watered down and almost boring at times.
Red Army isn't just a sports documentary, but a look at a cloaked adversary from their own eyes, and the astounding greatness that came from a political machine.
I love Mr. Neeson as a leading man and I have since seeing Rob Roy. People talk about his late-career resurgence as an action hero but I personally prefer him when he plays a complicated character. The Taken series never bothered to make him anything more than an expert killing machine and that was a waste of talent. Fortunately Run All Night does not waste anything.
Filled with strong imagery and performances with nuance and flair, A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night delivers a unique, soulful look at an old genre through new eyes.
I like passion. I love discourse. I like arguments that seem to fill in the blanks for your heartbeat. What I’m sick to shit of are snobs, and it seems like people who honestly believe their aesthetic choices hold sway over all others are more prevalent on the internet than ever.
Though seemingly hard to imagine things getting any worse, the action and the bodies begin to pile up in the third act, and I’ll use the word striking again to describe my utter surprise that each and every death in this movie is treated with a reverence and solemnity that is rarely seen in cinema. There are no faceless goons here.
Watching the trailers, Chappie looks like a film where a brilliant programmer/scientist/geek creates artificial intelligence using what looks like a beat-up old police robot. Then the robot is taught by two South African rappers on how to become a conscious being. Word gets out and the powers-that-be seek to destroy it. Well, that's not really the film at all.
The Drunk Monkeys Film Department looks head to the blockbusters and indie movies that everyone will be talking about for the rest of the year.