Charlie Wilson’s War (2007)
I love politics. I love Tom Hanks. I love Philip Seymour Hoffman.
I love politics. I love Tom Hanks. I love Philip Seymour Hoffman.
You know how sometimes in a movie, an actor’s fake accent will start to fade the longer the movie goes on (assuming the movie is filmed chronologically)? As it was very annoying, the first 20 minutes of Juno left me glad that the tooschoolforschool dialogue faded clearing the way for an enjoyable film. Cera and Bateman, together again.
Here’s a movie that’s been receiving pretty much universal acclaim, and boy-howdy, is it justified. You’ve got great performances by great actors as great characters in a movie that may even, depending on your interpretation, pass the Bechdel test.
Think it’s too clever and precious? That’s just because you have a heart of stone.
Better than a movie inspired by a theme park ride, Amazing Grace is a movie inspired by a song. It just happens that this song was written by a reformed slave-ship captain turned preacher who counted among his flock a boy who would grow up to be the English MP that lead the abolition fight in England. Confusing and constant flashbacks did mar this well acted movie.
An interesting look inside another culture. I liked how the movie used the feelings and actions of the parents to portray the feelings of the son. The theme of names and changing names could have been more smooth.
Intense, thrilling, and of course, flawed. The opening of the credits shows the history of the US-Saudi relations. I hope that this movie is less realistic than the filmmakers would have us believe.
Funnier than your run-of-the-mill Ben Stiller paycheck, but not Zoolander or There’s Something About Mary. Worth watching on a snowday, or when you’re home sick, but not necessarily for DVD night. Couldn’t have been much better, but could have been a lot worse.
As soon as I started this movie, I wondered to myself, “Oh no, isn’t Dane Cook in this movie?” I should have known. This was a bad movie, don’t get me wrong, but it was made watchable by the fact that Dane Cook was “acting” and not doing a stand up routine.
The first in a trilogy of US remakes of the Dutch movie maker Theo Van Gogh’s movie. Most of the dialogue was a beat slow which made me think it was either improvised or written for the stage. There was a point to this movie, and not being able to figure it out didn’t hurt my enjoyment of it.
I love Will Smith, which makes it impossible for me to give this movie an unbiased review. The one thing that I’d like to see just once from a post-apocyliptic story is the time during which society is breaking down. Cute dog, though.
By documenting 2 gay bars in the rural south, this movie does a good job portraying what life must be like a gay person living in these towns. If anything, the movie might not have gone far enough in illustrating the perils and hardships faced. Crossroads sounded like more fun than Different Seasons.
I liked how fantasy was mixed in subtely to create an alternate reality more interesting than this one. This was illustrated best by an unimportant reaction to stardust. I liked this the way I liked The Princess Bride.
Boom, bang, punch, building falling, cars turning into robots, etc. Now you don’t need to see the movie if you haven’t already. The big surprise for me was that the Transformers and Decepticons are aliens from another planet, not just robots.
I’ve been on a big Judd Apatow kick lately and this movie was right up my alley. Snappy dialogue gets me every time, it’s true, and this seemed somewhat similar to how High Schoolers talk. Seth Rogen and Bill Hader slay as cops that just want to be loved.
Stephanie Zacherek’s review at Salon pretty well sums it up:
I can think of no more dispiriting experience this holiday season than seeing the crestfallen faces of several of my colleagues as they trundled out of a screening of Chris Weitz’s adaptation of “The Golden Compass.” Those faces said it all: Their faith had been shattered; there was nothing left to believe in; God must surely be dead. How could a book they’d loved so much be turned into such utter, soulless crap?
The Golden Compass is, visually, a beautiful movie, and I didn’t find the talking animals particularly fake-y looking. Most of the actors seem to be valiantly doing their best with ludicrously bad material, and I salute them for their effort. But, hoo boy.
(I should warn you, dear reader, that I’m as intense a fan of His Dark Materials as I am of the Harry Potter books, so you should brace yourself for the heartbroken ramblings of a nitpicky fan.)
Let’s start with this: I don’t think they should have tried to make a movie out of these books. Frankly, so much of what makes the books so engrossing and powerful only comes through in the exposition, and there doesn’t seem to be a good way to translate that to a screenplay.
The most important aspect of Lyra’s world is the relationship between a person and his or her daemon. Throughout the book, it’s demonstrated to us over and over again just what the bond between Lyra and Pantalaimon means: they are the same being. In the movie, daemons come across as clever talking pets, which is precisely not the point. In the movie, there is no horror at seeing a daemon-less child. In the movie, there’s no sense of how deeply wrong it is when the Bolvanger technicians place their hands on Pantalaimon. In the movie, there’s no sense of panicked grief at the thought of Lyra and Pan being separated. (When they are reunited, they hug, briefly, and then on we go with the breakneck plot.) Since the nature of daemons isn’t made clear, neither is the evil of what the “child-cutters” are doing. The stakes are just too low. (Hell, it’s even implied that a severed child can get their daemon back, somehow.)
In an attempt to appease religious conservatives, apparently (and let’s take a moment to pause at the absurdity of trying to tone down His Dark Materials so as not to offend the sensibilities of religious Christians), the nature of the Magisterium is changed, rather significantly, from the loose federation of ecclesiastical organizations that exercise nearly-complete theocratic rule, to an ill-defined one-world government—complete with “golden M” logo!—presided over by Derek Jacobi and Christopher Lee. The costumers do, at least, dress our bad guys in quasi-clerical garb, but the church is not present in this movie at all. (Iorek’s armor isn’t hidden in the priest’s house, it’s hidden in the “Magisterium district office.” I wonder who the assistant to the regional manager is at the Trollesund office?)
The loss of the church makes Lord Asriel’s character kind of stupid. Asriel is now just a rebel, and overgrown adolescent who is on a quest to travel to another world and find out about dust so he can fight “authority.” There’s no capitalization. Daniel Craig plays Asriel as a twinkle-eyed Bond; there’s no darkness in Lord Asriel at all.
I thought Nicole Kidman’s Mrs. Coulter was fine, although her daemon wasn’t anywhere near creepy enough. The genius of the character of Mrs. Coulter is that she is a beautiful, glamorous, seductive woman, whose soul is a snarling, cruel, golden-furred monkey. In the movie, the monkey looked like a Fraggle.
The dialogue and the pacing were pretty awful (at every dissolve, I muttered, “aaaaaand… scene” to Rachel sitting next to me), and at least part of that has be blamed on trying to squeeze the book into a watchable single film. Here, with very little exaggeration, is the scene at Jordan College where Lyra meets Mrs. Coulter for the first time:
Master: Lyra, this is Mrs. Coulter.
Mrs. Coulter: Hello, Lyra, nice to meet you. By the way, the king of the bears wants a daemon.
Lyra: …
Mrs. Coulter: I’m going north, and I’ll need an assistant. Want to come?
Lyra: Sure!
Mrs. Coulter: Master, I’d like to take Lyra with me.
Master: Well, I don’t know about that…
Mrs. Coulter: (Narrows eyes.)
Master: Okie dokie.
Lyra: Yay?
I could go on and on about what the screenplay got wrong in more detail. Ooh, shall I? OK, then.
The Master of Jordan College doesn’t try to poison Lord Asriel, Fra Pavel and his evil combover do. (Fra Pavel is elevated, in the movie, to a high-ranking Magisterium agent.) So when Lyra jumps out of the wardrobe to warn Asriel, it’s not clear why he sends her back into the wardrobe to watch. “Keep your eyes open,” he tells her, but he doesn’t ask her what she saw (and, indeed, there’s no guilty glance at the Tokay for her to see). And in the aftermath, after telling her to pay careful attention, why does he tell her “don’t worry about Dust, it’s none of your business”? Oh, right, bad writing.
In the movie, Lyra escapes from Mrs. Coulter’s house after discovering that she runs the Oblation Board, and the monkey daemon actually gets his hands on the alethiometer. Pan manages to get it from him, and they run out the window, slamming it down on the monkey’s paw. (Hilariously, in the movie, humans feel their daemons’ pain directly, so Nicole Kidman has clutch her hand and overact.) Anyway, the fact that Lyra and Mrs. Coulter both know that Lyra has the alethiometer, and how important it is, makes their reunion scene at Bolvangar make no sense. Mrs. Coulter’s innocent, “Say, did the Master of Jordan give you anything? Can I have it?” is pretty stupid.
The plot line of the pretender king of the bears (his name is changed from Iofur Raknisson to Ragnar) is trimmed quite a bit. The whole story about how it’s impossible to trick a bear, but Iofur so badly wants to be human that he loses his bear-ishness, allowing Lyra to trick him, and earning the name Silvertongue, and Iorek’s faked injury in their fight… all gone. Instead, Iorek was exiled for, like, some reason, and Lyra pretends to be a daemon so Ragnar will challenge Iorek, and he shows up, and they fight, and Iorek wins. The whole thing could, and should, have been lifted out of the movie (there’s no reason Iorek needs to be king of the bears in the rest of the story) except they wanted to have a cool CGI bear fight.
Speaking of cool CGI, why did they decide that all of the vehicles in Lyra’s (apparently) retro-futuristic world would be powered by gryoscope-mounted glowing orbs?
This movie, it’s… it’s just not very good. If you’re interested in this movie, but haven’t read the book, save yourself the cost of a movie ticket and buy the paperback. Seriously.
Speed Racer is going to be the awesomest, most candy-filled movie since, what do you say, The Fifth Element?
Cliche’d, I know, but this was, by far, the best movie of the year. And for all the reasons everyone else has mentioned. And the book was even better.
This was a sweet movie, but I got annoyed with the cheesey and sappy pie device that was used to explain the thoughts and feelings of the main character. It was about as subtle as a sledgehammer. I suppose I would have felt differently if I was much of a baker.
Great performance again from Cate Blanchett, and to a lesser extent Geoffry Rush, but lacking an engaging narrative. It’s possible that because I had to pee for the entire movie that I kept hoping it would end, but even the climax seemed anti-climactic. Always pee before period pieces.
This movie drew raves from the critics, but it’s possible we watched different movies. I saw a prisoner-of-war escape movie that I’ve seen with 10 different titles, they saw a revelation of story telling and directing. I saw Christian Bale smirk and whisper-shout his way through a professional performance, they saw a young actor’s boffo coming out party.