Mini-Review: While obviously a disaster, it's much, much better than I was expecting. Even in abject failure Lynch manages to make something. There are some truly striking images, and the acting, for the most part, is quite good (Kenneth McMillan gives a brilliant psychopath). Minus the '80s cheese and the studio intervention, this could have been a truly great film.
Mini-Review: I didn't think it was very funny, which is unfortunate for a screwball comedy. I thought Clooney's timing was way off, like he just wasn't hitting the buttons like he needed to. I mean in the direction, the acting is fine. I don't think he's suited to comedy, he seems more at home in a serious setting. It gets much better as it goes along, but that first act or so is pretty painful.
Mini-Review: The straight narrative as presented is flat and filled out with Hollywood theatrics and Hope Davis being "real" by wearing an ill-fitting wig. These people are clearly documentarians, and the best parts are when the real kind of flows into the narrative and they break the fourth wall fairly effortlessly. But that's a small part of it. Giamatti is okay.
Mini-Review: Pretty silly at times ("this is how girls talk about sex, this is how boys talk about sex", ugh), but it grew on me. The acting is pretty bad at first, but settles down, and the final few scenes at the party are quite effective.
Mini-Review: Acting is terrible (Lung and Sywak in particular), especially the accents. Burmeister isn't much better but somehow comes out seeming like she is. I suppose I am easily swayed by a pretty face. The film itself is typical Australian po-faced melodrama, mistaking seriousness for drama.
Mini-Review: Toneless melodrama with some fleeting truthful moments.
Mini-Review: Not bad, not brilliant. Ron Silver is a bit ridiculous, but then I suppose Dershowitz is too.
Mini-Review: Pacino isn't as ridiculous as he could have been, and Depp is pretty good. I mean, of course he'd take this role, it's another one of those actors-acting-as-actors-acting-as-people things that modern actors like so much. Anyway, Newell is barely there, but some of his shots take balls, so we'll give him that.
Mini-Review: It seems like it could be good in moments, like when Lynch and Del Toro are bantering, and then Halle Berry comes back with more tears in her eyes and you remember why you've been avoiding watching it for almost a month.