Mini-Review: A study of nature? No, the study of a very troubled man. Treadwell, disappointed with the human world, clings to an idealized fantasy life that destroys him. There's always a high pitched desperation in his voice, a hint that he is just about to snap. It just gets worse as Herzog starts focusing more on his personal video journals. There's ironic foreshadowing in the tapes too, as if fate is having a laugh. Sympathetic and fascinanting film.

Mini-Review: A heartfelt, middlebrow Fincher? Almost. The film starts with Pitt as nightmare midget out of an Aphex Twin video, no matter how much fuzzy filtering and swelling score you put in there to conceal it. The script is full of good natured characters and tidy situations that tie neatly and move the plot along as inoffensively as possible. Whether it's some calculated Fincher evil or not, I have to say the film did move me in the end. Tasteful film, from a director who knows better.

Mini-Review: I like the rapid fire wit, the screwball relief, the sudden sharp turns into darkness. The film is constantly contrasting glossy Hollywood with depression era reality. What I loved the most is Veronica Lake. She doesn't get to coast on her golden looks. She delivers every droll line perfectly and radiates a weary charisma that makes you wanna hold her. She's kind of a loser and that's beautiful.

Mini-Review: Technically flawless, painstakingly resembles the real thing, but film is not the medium for this story. It will remain brilliant in book form, which is where Moore intended it. This film is the work of a very gifted parrot. The source is so good, though, that the parrot itself achieves greatness at times.