Mini-Review: Intoxicating nonsense, buoyed by a slew of solid performances from a stacked cast. You really have to wonder what drew this much talent to such a bizarre script, but Kristofferson, Craig and Leigh are all quite effective in minor roles. Knightley's performance is somewhat flat, but at least she shows her tits (also somewhat flat). Luckily Brody is great in a role that's well outside his comfort zone. It's a good enough movie, but despite how 'different' it is, nothing really makes it stand out.
Mini-Review: When I was a kid it was a rare treat to ride on an airplane, and as a young and aspiring film buff, I looked forward to the in-flight movie the most. Imagine my complete dismay at having to sit through this craptastrophe as the in-flight entertainment not once, but TWICE. Unbelievably dull and utterly pointless, I hate this movie more than you know, and wouldn't wish watching it on anyone.
Mini-Review: Predictably formulaic, and sometimes annoyingly saccharine. The movie has two major strengths that propel it into watchable territory: a great lead performance from Anthony Hopkins, and some of the most exciting racing footage put to film. Other than that it's a lot of Bumbling Old Fool Makes Good, with sides of People Coming Together to Help Each Other, and Foreigner Struggles With American Culture. Blah. Hopkins is just that good though, and the races are even better.
Mini-Review: "Let me tell you about my ship." There is so much to love about this movie. On top of the typical Anderson quirks and dry wit, we have a GREAT cast, Henry Selick providing stop-motion sealife, Seu Jorge rocking Bowie in Portuguese, and an end-credits sequence lifted straight out of Buckaroo Banzai (complete with Jeff Goldblum!). It's about daddy issues of course, but at its heart it is a loving ode to the adventure of filmmaking. Anderson's funniest, and I tear up at the finale every time.
Mini-Review: Nicolas Cage and his hair star in their hairiest adventure since OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIS HAIR. The cheat "twist" ending is completely unsatisfying, and Tamahori ruins yet another movie with his plastic visual style. I have to wonder what contractual requirements forced Moore into this, because Philip K. Dick must be rolling in his grave. Next!
Mini-Review: Cronenberg is the master of taking the two things everyone loves watching -- sex and violence -- and combining them in such a way that is utterly repulsive. He plays them off each other in nearly all of his films, but this is like his Masters Thesis. The film is a mindfuck like none other, but its nonsense packs purpose and a scornful (but curious) message about the heart of television and media. Iconic imagery. That many of its cynical prophecies have come true only makes it more timeless.
Mini-Review: The originator. This one laid down the blue-print for every Bruckheimer buddy flick to come. And as insulting as that sounds, somehow, this one works. Sure it meanders a little too much out the gate. Sure by now most of its characters, situations and sequences have become cliches. Sure there isn't much by way of plot. Sure Gibson's rocking the Mellet. It doesn't matter. It's just a fun and very likable flick. Released four months before I was born, it hasn't aged as gracefully as I have.
Mini-Review: The first good film out of Woody Allen in a long while, and what could possibly prove to be his last best effort. The plot direction is fairly easy to see before too long, but what makes the movie exceptional is the sense of dread Allen instills in everything. The tension mounts to the point where the film is physically uncomfortable to watch and I just wanted it to be over with -- and yet, that's the highest compliment I can pay it. Outstanding.
Mini-Review: Spectacularly bad. The worst movie I've seen in theatres since Fantastic 4. The script is inconcievably poor, and lazy. Superfluous narration, kung fu fight, atrocious dialog, kung fu fight, EVEN MORE NARRATION! If you must see this, it is to witness Chris Klein, acting like Christian Slater would if he'd taken lessons from David Caruso. To her credit, Kreuk isn't half bad, but Shou gets a laugh from every scene (not on purpose), and the effects budget is cheap cheap cheap. Terrible, but funny.
Mini-Review: Here's the thing about this movie: I've seen it four or five times, which should leave me more than qualified to review it. Except every time I go back to watch it again it's because I can no longer remember a damn thing about it, other than that it has a lot of famous people in it and I seem to remember it being decently good. But how good could it possibly be if I never remember? It's...pretty okay. Kinda gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that.