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Captivating movie of limitless allure

Posted : 16 years, 2 months ago on 19 January 2009 02:51 (A review of Meet Joe Black)

"Careful Bill, you'll give yourself a heart attack and ruin my vacation."


1998's Meet Joe Black is not everyone's cup of tea. A polarising feature, it underperformed at the box office, earning mixed reviews before ultimately fading into obscurity. Some may call the film plodding due to its three-hour length, while others might find it hokey or cliché, but, in the eyes of this reviewer, the experience of Meet Joe Black is enrapturing. Directed by Martin Brest (Beverly Hills Cop), the movie is fundamentally a remake of 1934's Death Takes a Holiday, using the basic premise as a jumping off point to create a captivating romantic drama with thematic undercurrents relating to mankind's mortality. It's a carefully-designed motion picture that requires patience and tolerance, but it's also rewarding, making for grand entertainment for those in the right mood.


A successful corporate tycoon and multi-millionaire, William Parrish (Anthony Hopkins) is only a few days away from celebrating his 65th birthday. Already anxious due to his advanced age and all of his work-related responsibilities, Bill is further troubled by occasional chest pains, accompanied by a mysterious voice inside his head. Before long, Bill is visited by the Grim Reaper, adopting the name Joe Black (Brad Pitt), personified in the body of a recently-deceased young man. Informing Bill that he's dying, Death explains that he wants to tour the world as a mortal human, and wishes for Bill to be his tour guide. As long as the Grim Reaper stays interested on his "holiday," Bill will be able to continue living, but Death will take Bill with him when he returns to the "next place." During his self-appointed vacation, Death learns valuable lessons about humanity, in addition to learning about love as he develops strong feelings for Bill's daughter Susan (Claire Forlani).

Without a doubt, death is the greatest sadness faced by humanity, as every single one of us is going to die one day. Meet Joe Black explores the question of what one would do if you knew that your life has come to an end. Bill begins to contemplate what means the most to him in life, scheduling family dinners on a daily basis, tying up loose ends, and generally soaking up the time that he has left. Even though the picture clocks in at around three hours, it earns its extensive length, spending adequate time on character development and giving the various narrative threads the breadth they required. We get to know all of the characters honestly and authentically, and become invested in their subplots. The screenplay has received criticism for the ostensibly inconsistent treatment of the Grim Reaper, as he often seems childlike and awkward, but at other times he's strangely knowledgeable about certain things. However, the fact that Death is an enigma is one of the most interesting aspects of the movie. What if his childlike demeanour is an act to keep Bill on his toes? What if he's only picked up tiny bits and pieces during his existence? We do not need to get into Death's head and know what makes him tick - we are experiencing the oddity of seeing a human Death alongside the characters, and Brest does not give viewers additional information.


Despite its spiritual and supernatural trappings, Meet Joe Black is imbued with a fairy-tale quality, as well as a dose of poetic humanism. Although the $90 million budget is absurd for a drama of this ilk, Brest's construction of the film is magnificent, shooting with purpose a maintaining a steady pace throughout. There's immense visual allure to Emmanuel Lubezki's cinematography, making wise use of the grand set design, while the editors were unafraid to hold onto shots of characters as their expressions say a thousand words. Some may find the movie plodding, but there's a brilliant rhythm to the picture. Perhaps the definitive touch is Thomas Newman's score, which is breathtaking and extraordinarily well-judged. It adds another layer to the fine movie, amplifying the intended feel of practically every scene without being too intrusive. It's some of Newman's finest work. Miraculously, Meet Joe Black at no point feels overly corny or saccharine. Some may scoff at the seriousness with which Brest approaches the material, but this reviewer gets lost in the sincerity of the enterprise. There is also some wry humour throughout, which prevents the film from becoming a dour experience.

Anthony Hopkins, it would seem, is incapable of delivering a dud performance. This role affords Hopkins a number of scenes in which he can convey the humanity and reflection of a man who has lived a great life, but is forced to come to terms with the fact that it's drawing to a close. Hopkins is strong-willed as William Parrish; he's somewhat comical at times, while intimidating and chilling at other times. Above all else, Hopkins turns Bill into a warm and wise father, making the character wholly believable. Brad Pitt is also enormously effective as Death, playing the role with admirable conviction. His demeanour is beautifully understated, naïve and unique, and he conveys Death's arc as he grows to learn what it means to be human. Meanwhile Claire Forlani is engaging and beguiling as Bill's daughter Susan, while top-shelf support is provided by Marcia Gay Harden and Jeffrey Tambor. Tambor is especially good, as he's highly amusing.


I cannot help but sing praise for Meet Joe Black, which reimagines Death Takes a Holiday in a fresh, grand fashion. I love the lingering scenes, the deliberate pacing, the fullness of the narrative, and the way that the characters are richly developed, making this a movie that I frequently watch. While it may have been superior with a tauter screenplay, the movie in its current form is simply sublime. It's not for everyone, but what movie is? It's a beautiful experience for those willing to give themselves over to its meditations on life, love and loss, and it's full of majesty, wisdom, and old-fashioned storytelling. Long but curiously never boring, and spiritual but never soggy, this is a brand of cinematic entertainment that Hollywood rarely gets right.

8.9/10



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It made my day...a Gran(d) effort, Mr. Eastwood!

Posted : 16 years, 2 months ago on 18 January 2009 02:22 (A review of Gran Torino)

"I blow a hole in your face and then I go in the house and I sleep like a baby."


Unofficially billed as Clint Eastwood's swansong to acting, Gran Torino is an arresting and poignant drama infused with Eastwood's brilliantly distinctive filmmaking style. Eastwood's second directorial undertaking for 2008 (previously helming Changeling) and his first screen performance since 2004's Million Dollar Baby, Gran Torino is an excellently written, well-performed character study of racism and redemption that fits contentedly beside the rest of Eastwood's cinematic oeuvre. This is a potent, effective and emotionally affecting drama - it's slow-paced yet subtly engaging, moderately unexciting yet it's virtually impossible to lose interest and it's never boring. Working from a script penned by first-time screenwriter Nick Schenk, Eastwood has utilised old-school (albeit somewhat outdated) filmmaking techniques to convey this gripping tale. Gran Torino doesn't offer avant-garde visual effects or glossy action sequences - it offers Clint "I'm still badass at 78" Eastwood, meticulous characters, and first-rate storytelling. It merges compelling drama with terrific subtle humour, and the product is simply outstanding.

Gran Torino stars Clint Eastwood as disgruntled Korean War veteran Walt Kowalski. Walt is a widower; a grumpy, tough-minded, unhappy old man whose family relationships are shaky, and who's openly racist against his Hmong neighbours - maintaining a rich passion for bigotry since enduring dark days in the Korean War. This prejudice explodes when Thao (Vang), the teenage son of the Hmong family next door, tries to steal Walt's prized possession - a 1972 Gran Torino, kept in mind condition - as part of a gang initiation. Several days later, upon observing a violent predicament concerning Thao, Walt feels compelled to intervene (in a classic Eastwood stand-off), and ultimately earns the respect of the Hmong community. Despite initially disliking the culture, this post-9/11 version of Dirty Harry Callahan warily develops a relationship with his neighbours. Walt aims to reform Thao, and soon begins taking steps to protect the Hmong family before the gang activity worsens. Serious questions soon begin to arise...questions of responsibility, of retribution...of the efficacy of blood for blood.

The majority of Gran Torino involves Walt coming to terms with his new Hmong buddies. Despite originally reluctant to befriend them due to his openly racist perspective, he eventually grows respect for them. The movie's supreme moments depict Walt finding his footing at Hmong congregations, failing socialisation prospects, but lovin' the cooking. The crux of the story belongs to Walt and Thao as they develop a special bond. The relationship isn't played for Odd Couple chortles, but as an unlikely father/son partnership with Thao learning to improve his life through gruelling work and learning to avoid the lure of crime. While Bee Vang's performance appears to lack polish, this relationship remains an absorbing central piece of the Gran Torino puzzle.

"If I have to come back here again, it's gonna get fucking ugly!"


Nick Schnek's screenplay for Gran Torino is imbued with textured Midwestern civilisation, utilising the discomfort between aged military vets who refuse to depart from their contented residences and the melting pot that surrounds them. Through this, Schnek has constructed a human story of tentative reverence and the clearing of conscience. Gran Torino doesn't present a scholastic version of race relations; however Schnek evidently understands the rancorous mentality of men like Walt who live and breathe outdated American values, and find their faith rewarded by the degeneration of respect in contemporary youth and the rise of foreign cultures in their own backyard. Schnek and Eastwood's joint efforts have turned Gran Torino into a motion picture that ponders violence, its place and its cost. Perhaps the greatest aspect of Schenk's screenplay is that it enticed Eastwood to finish his self-imposed acting hiatus and bring his unique aura back to the big screen one final time.

Gran Torino is no action movie; this is a lengthy character study that spends the majority of its two-hour runtime developing the characters through dialogue and bonding. Schnek endows his script with witty dialogue and fascinating conversations. Humour additionally plays a key role in the screenplay. However, the comedy isn't restricted to slapstick or juvenile humour...this is sophisticated humour, mainly concerning Walt's relationship with the contemporary world around him. Eastwood's snappy dialogue is guaranteed to provoke a laugh or two. Had this been a straight-up drama, the film would fail to properly engage for its duration. Had Gran Torino been imbued with an onslaught of hilarity, its impact would severely dissipate. The correct balance is achieved, which is certainly among the film's main strengths.

"Oh, I've got one. A Mexican, a Jew, and a colored guy go into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, "Get the fuck out of here!"."


Gran Torino is predominantly naturalistic and grounded as opposed to Hollywood. It eschews the proverbial clichés in favour of producing something original. The film's climax is perhaps most commendable - unconventional, unpredictable and overflowing with emotionality, yet satisfying, symbolic, haunting, and ultimately very appropriate. This is a rare movie that doesn't implode in its final reel; in point of fact its dénouement elevates the flick tremendously. It's evident both Eastwood and Schnek put much thought into the best way to construct the conclusion. It's a credit to the film's ending that Walt exorcises his demons without violence or bogus redemption.

If this were a Hollywood production, Gran Torino would conclude with the villains receiving their comeuppance by means of a violent, preposterous shootout (Death Sentence, anybody?). In a Hollywood movie Walt would also magically transform into an old softie; he'd admit his mistakes, and reconnect with his family. These clichés never surface in Gran Torino, therein lying justification as to why it's so damn excellent. By the end Walt and his neighbours share an obvious affection, but at his heart he's still the same callous, pungent, elderly badass and his loneliness is satiated. Instead of Walt becoming changed by his new acquaintances, he intends to change them by taking Thao under his wing and aiming to build character...to transform him into a proper man. It's clear Walt loves both his Hmong neighbours and his family. Nevertheless he continues to call them racist slurs - not out of malice...plainly because it's just Walt's nature. Thao and Sue manage to look past Walt's exterior shell, understanding that they're merely words. They've seen the good in him, and this outweighs the factors that make the old man such a curmudgeon. Gran Torino is NOT Hollywood...this is Eastwood.

In the past, Clint Eastwood has earned two Academy Awards for directing - Million Dollar Baby and Unforgiven. His direction is once again sublime. Outstanding cinematography is employed, capturing the ambiance of suburbia with consummate skill. Music is applied sparingly. Barely 20% (give or take) of the two-hour runtime contains music, yet this approach succeeds remarkably. The Gran Torino song (played in full during the closing credits, with lyric-less notes used at select points throughout the film) is a poignant synthesis of beautiful singing (Clint Eastwood himself even sings!) and subtle, eloquent piano music. I continued to watch until the end credits expired...riveted, moved, and on the verge of tears. Motion pictures rarely, if ever, move me on such a profound level. Top honours to the filmmakers for pulling this off.

Envisage every unflinching, badass character Clint Eastwood has ever played. Now imagine these characters in their twilight years; wrinkled, fatigued, on death's door, and spitting in the face of death one last time in order to help a friend. Eastwood as Walt Kowalski is simply stunning; imposing, intimidating and realistic. Eastwood's raspy, growly acting denotes the actor's return to his teeth-clenched, asphalt-voiced roots - virtually an aged version of Dirty Harry Callahan. Discharging every Asian racial appellation known to man to sell Walt's cruel exterior, Eastwood assembles a character of gun-happy action, beer-soaked contemplation, and passionate defiance that could only be tackled by the screen legend.
Cocking his rifle when gang members intrude on his territory, Walt snarls "Get off my lawn" in a moment destined to become classic Eastwood, comfortably standing alongside "Make my day". Things get better when Walt confronts hoodlums playing grab-ass with Sue... "Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while that you shouldn't have fucked with? That's me." This "me" isn't just Walt Kowalski... It's The Man with No Name taking aim in those classic spaghetti Westerns... It's Dirty Harry Callahan levelling his Magnum, asking "Do you feel lucky, punk?"... It's William Munny (Unforgiven) digging deep to note "It's a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have"... It's Frankie Dunn (Million Dollar Baby) who knows "tough ain't enough".

Sharing the frame with the screen legend is a mixture of mostly first-time actors. Bee Vang and Ahney Her are watchable as Thao and Sue (respectively), but they occasionally lack a requisite spark to truly elevate their performances. However, as naturalistic actors they succeed. This isn't Hollywood material teeming with overacting...these are actors grounding their portrayals in realism. Despite terrifically playing the naturalism card, the cast do seem contrived from time to time. The worst offender here is Christopher Carley as the concerned young priest.

For Clint Eastwood fans, Gran Torino cannot be missed at any cost. If your admiration for Eastwood is based on the hard-edged characters he's renowned for playing, you'll love Gran Torino. This is a touching farewell and a hell-raising salute to every badass Eastwood character in existence. It's been hinted that this is Eastwood's final movie as an actor, and if so it's an extremely suitable goodbye to such a screen legend. This is a movie you must see - a poignant, touching, gratifying cinematic experience. Gran Torino is far smarter, broader, and funnier than it seems. This is the Eastwood we all remember in a pitch-perfect final performance. Whether you seek humour, drama or an onslaught of touching moments, this film will provide. Gran Torino - named after the 1972 car that Walt polishes like a symbol of his idealised past - is a humdinger of valedictory.

In a nutshell: Clint Eastwood went ahead and made my day.

"Jesus, Joseph and Mary. These Hmong broads are like badgers."


9.5/10



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Top-notch action-thriller!

Posted : 16 years, 2 months ago on 15 January 2009 05:21 (A review of The Negotiator)

"You think killing a man gives you the right to negotiate with me?"


The Negotiator is of a rare breed - an action-thriller relying on suspense generated by lots of dialogue, several superb plot twists and a selection of brilliant, dominant performances rather than a surplus of explosive, over-the-top action sequences. This first-rate white-knuckle thriller is virtually a non-stop venture into tension. Once the (somewhat clichéd) set-up has been established, the film kicks into high gear and moves at an invigorating fast pace; ably keeping a viewer engrossed until its fantastic dénouement. The Negotiator adheres to the classic Die Hard formula - i.e. a protagonist trapped in a nasty situation; compelled to employ his wits and heroics. This enthralling production deserves to be considered one of the best action-thrillers since Die Hard, and is a Dog Day Afternoon of the '90s.

Inspired by a real-life case involving the St. Louis police, The Negotiator is endowed with the premise of a falsely accused man who's forced to violate the law in order to prove his innocence.
Expert hostage negotiator Danny Roman (Jackson) is a respected member of the Chicago Police Department. When he learns too much information regarding police corruption in his own precinct, Roman's partner is murdered. Subsequently, Roman is unjustly framed for the murder and framed for embezzling retirement funds. Recently married but possibly facing a lifetime in prison, Roman is desperate to prove his innocence. In a last frantic attempt to exonerate himself, Roman takes four hostages. His goal: to intimidate the guilty cops into telling the truth and clearing his name. Aware that there are heavily corrupt cops in his precinct, Roman demands to talk to hostage negotiator Chris Sabian (Spacey) who has no affiliation with his precinct and who's recognised for his anti-violence creed. What ensues is an enthralling situation as two accomplished negotiators lock in an intense battle of wits. In the midst of this, Roman endeavours to expose the real crooks and convince Sabian of his innocence.

"You want my blood? Take my blood!"


The Negotiator is a superlative, competently-written thriller, and it's elevated enormously by the two lead actors. Samuel L. Jackson and Kevin Spacey aren't just good performers; each exudes an authoritative screen presence that cannot be taught. Placing Spacey and Jackson together is a shrewd casting decision, and witnessing these two high-calibre actors share the frame is a real treat.
Embodying the incorrectly accused Everyman whose life is unfairly threatened, Jackson conveys not only the requisite rage and passion, but additionally a profound sense of humanity. He's an exceptional actor - someone who almost never delivers a defective performance. Put Jackson in a great movie, and he makes it better. Put him in a bad movie, and he rescues it. The Negotiator is a textbook case of the former.
Beside Jackson, Kevin Spacey is exceptional as the veteran hostage negotiator. In the delivery of cynical dialogue, Spacey has no rival - instead he uses his distinctive voice and rhythm to punctuate his speeches.

The supporting cast is most impressive. J.T. Walsh (in his final film) in particular places forth an excellently subdued performance as the ambiguous Niebaum. Walsh died soon after production wrapped, and the film is dedicated to the actor.
David Morse appears as the tough SWAT commander who believes Jackson's Danny Roman takes too many chances. In addition there's Regina Taylor as Roman's new bride, Ron Rifkin as Frost (Roman's friend + colleague), John Spencer as the rational Chief Davis, and finally the duel team of Paul Giamatti and Siobahn Fallon as two civilians caught up in the hostage situation - all hitting their marks impeccably. Giamatti is especially outstanding; providing small dosages of humour, but never overdoing it.

"You hurt one of them, you burn up any currency you have with me. They're all I care about. Getting you out of here alive... a distant second."


The Negotiator benefits from a perfectly-paced, fleshed-out screenplay penned by James DeMonaco and Kevin Fox (two relative newcomers). Their excellent script is beset with detail in the construction of conflict, the revelation of the villains, and the resolution of the story. Since the conclusion is fairly predictable, the real tension and hostility resides in its disclosure of the truth behind the multifaceted conspiracy of avarice and corruption. Furthermore, the minor characters are well-selected, well-conceived and (moderately) three-dimensional. In a genuine masterstroke, the film doesn't telegraph the chief villain too early. The method of the screenwriters and director F. Gary Gray makes everyone appear guilty. Excluding Roman and Sabian, no-one is above suspicion. Each supporting character is given at least one scene that suggests their possible guilt. Consequently, the big reveal of the chief villain isn't much of a surprise, but we can't say we knew all along either. Furthermore, DeMonaco and Fox's screenplay is littered with extensive research on negotiation procedures as the rulebook is constantly referenced. This is a quality rarely included in popcorn action-thrillers, elevating The Negotiator to new heights once again.

Also beneficial is the confidence displayed by the relatively inexperienced director F. Gary Gray. Working with a terrific cast and a bigger budget than in his prior movies (including Friday and Set It Off), Gray demonstrates his ability to handle a large-scale production with an abundance of action set-pieces. The helmer has fashioned a top-notch motion picture that interlaces exhilarating bursts of chaotic action with dark comedy and effective character building - all this achieved in an increasingly-claustrophobic atmosphere. He's particularly adept at managing intense interactions between the central characters. Although Gray was working from a solid script, the story is not a masterpiece of innovation or creativity. It's Gray's directorial style more than anything else that keeps viewers on the edge of their seats. He also compels us to be concerned about the characters, to share Roman's frustration and anger, and to get engaged in the delicate process of negotiations. Ace cinematographer Russell Carpenter won an Oscar for his work on Titanic, and his commendable efforts here give the film a great sheen. Locations in Chicago are wonderfully showcased in brilliant overhead shots. Carpenter also gives the film a dark, cohesive look.

"When your friends betray you, sometimes the only people you can trust are strangers."


Unlike typical summer action movies, The Negotiator isn't dependent on expensive special effects to provide its thrills, nor is it saturated with over-the-top action sequences. While action-oriented summer flicks are admittedly stacks of fun, The Negotiator offers a refreshing and satisfying option of steadily building the tension to boiling point. It's a riveting experience - one that's guaranteed to keep your eyes glued to the screen. The battle of wits that unfolds never loses its edge, although the film is a tad on the long side at roughly 130 minutes. There are other flaws present in the film - too many irritatingly melodramatic scenes are detrimental, as are a few preposterous, Hollywoodised inclusions (simply walking into the sunset after an intense hostage-taking situation would never happen). Still, the level of intelligence is higher than that of a typical summer blockbuster. Furthermore, the film is often formulaic and unoriginal - there's the mandatory wife who demands her husband to stop taking dangerous assignments, and the TV crews that supply the usual obnoxious questions. To director Gray's credit, though, it's almost impossible to notice these clichés until your adrenaline stops pumping and the film has become a mere afterthought. The Negotiator takes a hackneyed story and jacks it up various levels with Gray's craft and style.

Not often are Die Hard emulations of this high standard - The Negotiator is an intense, entertaining, incredibly gripping action-thriller. Director F. Gary Gray has skilfully crafted a deft combination of intense dialogue, plot twists and pulse-pounding action set-pieces. The film doesn't plod despite its lengthy runtime, and the masterful filmmaking guarantees quality viewing regardless of how many times you've previously seen it. The Negotiator opens with a bang, and it's exactly this advantageous energy that pervades the entire picture. Jackson and Spacey are a sublime duo, exchanging witty dialogue delivered with conviction and urgency. This cracking, slam-bang thriller simply cannot be missed!

"I'm still alive, motherfucker!"


8.7/10



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Achingly beautiful and magical...

Posted : 16 years, 2 months ago on 11 January 2009 12:53 (A review of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button)

"My name is Benjamin Button, and I was born under unusual circumstances."


Throughout its undeniably lengthy 160 minutes, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is a captivating, heartfelt, jubilant and melancholy experience - beautiful to observe and overflowing with a sense of marvel and wonder. Based on F. Scott Fitzgerald's short story, this strange, ambitious saga of a man who ages in reverse is presented in an immaculate classical style; every detail tended to with fastidious devotion. Director David Fincher has renounced the serial killer/psycho/dark side of humanity movies he's recognised for in order to undertake this stunning drama. It's Fincher's background - not to mention his reputation as a confirmed cynic - that makes him an intriguing choice of director, and the right man for the job. Some directors would have grasped the premise and crafted a hefty Kleenex workout, but Fincher infuses the film's more emotionally touching scenes with an acquiescent acceptance that life simply has its ups and downs. Screenwriter Eric Roth (perhaps most famous for Forrest Gump) uses Fitzgerald's source material as mere inspiration - taking just the idea and name. From there Roth's script follows a path divergent to the one mapped by Fitzgerald. This filmic adaptation is therefore its own entity. Flaws aside, this is one of the most engrossing, intriguing and emotionally resonant features of 2008.

During its three-hour runtime, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button takes its audience on a tour of the 20th century, although it begins in the 21st. The film opens in New Orleans. As Hurricane Katrina closes in, Daisy (Blanchett) - an elderly woman - lays on her deathbed, attended by her daughter Caroline (Ormond). Caroline begins to read the diary of a certain Benjamin Button, who grew younger as the years passed by, and whose life repeatedly intersected with that of her mother's.
Throughout the course of his life, Benjamin travels through such eras as the Great Depression and World War II. His story is no Forrest Gump journey, however - the character isn't placed in any obvious historical or pop cultural moments, nor is he ever on television or globally renowned for his uniqueness. Benjamin's life is one lived out of the public eye, as befits a man steadily growing younger as the years elapse.
Benjamin was born in 1918. His case is a curious one as he was born arthritic, deaf and withered - as if in his late eighties. Unable to cope with the monstrous appearance of his son, Thomas Button (Flemyng) abandons him. Raised under the monument of a train station clock that runs backwards (a brilliant side story, and a Fitzgeraldian metaphor if ever there was one), Benjamin is raised by a caretaker at an old folk's home as he continues to grow younger and learn valuable lessons.

Button's relationship with Daisy functions as the fulcrum on which the film rests. We observe Benjamin's journey through life as he experiences different occupations and situations, but it's his recurring bond with Daisy (whom he meets when they're both technically children) that provides the film with its heart...and heartbreak.

"And in the spring, 2003, he looked at me. And I knew, that he knew, who I was. And then he closed his eyes, as if to go to sleep."


Eric Roth's screenplay is comprised of three major segments. The first main component of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button chronicles Benjamin's infancy, when his ostensibly deteriorating physical appearance is belied by his escalating agility. Benjamin is astonishingly well adjusted considering his peculiar disability, but this is largely owing to his loving surrogate mother. The film's subsequent act transpires before, throughout, and after World War II. During this particular section, the main character enters into an affair with a middle-aged British woman (Swinton) and works onboard a tugboat (even lending a hand on said tugboat as the Pearl Harbor conflict unfolds). Upon his homecoming, Benjamin is far healthier, stronger and looks much younger. The third and final piece of the puzzle tracks Benjamin from middle age 'til his twilight years, during which he learns a number of things about sacrifice as well as redefining life and happiness. Similar to the character of Forrest Gump, Benjamin Button is an outcast of society, and history marches by him in a succession of vignettes. But director Fincher's darker side is in evidence here...

"Your life is defined by its opportunities... even the ones you miss."


The world of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is achingly exquisite, ethereal and abundant in luxuriant visual mastery. Fincher spends almost three hours telling the story of Benjamin Button, and for the most part the time flies by effortlessly - there is little sense of dawdling, waste or indulgence (not to say there isn't...occasionally there is). It's as rich as any novel covering the scope of a man's life. Some feel the length is detrimental while others argue the length is entirely necessary to facilitate a satisfying conveyance of the life of this peculiar individual. Throughout its runtime the film evinces a steady hand that sustains narrative self-assurance, stability of tone, as well as a ripe consciousness of the mundane temperament of life's opportunities and the ephemeral quality of contentment. The frequently depressive atmosphere is occasionally lightened by humour. A recurring joke of a character being struck by lightning seven times, for instance, will definitely instigate a few giggles.

"Did I ever tell you I was struck by lightning seven times?"


The film features remarkable recreations of Depression-era New Orleans, the oceanic battles of World War II, and 1950s Paris. Director Fincher paints across the screen like a vast canvas. A sunset beheld by Benjamin and his ailing father, for example, is a dazzling portrait of light and shadow, of water vs. sky. Similarly stunning are images of destroyed battleships or of Daisy merrily dancing, silhouetted in night and fog. In these moments Fincher encapsulates the mood of Fitzgerald's prose; his visuals evoking the words in the way Fitzgerald's words so acutely created pictures.

Every scene is filled with astoundingly intricate detail, from the nooks and crannies of the sets created by production designer Donald Graham Burt to the flawless, century-bridging costumes by Jacqueline West. Alexandre Desplat's exquisite score provides divine and unobtrusive dramatic support. Fincher and cinematographer Claudio Miranda have lensed the film mainly in deep focus images to amplify the information inhabiting each frame. The depth of the blacks they achieve as a result of shooting on digital is extraordinary. In spite of the rich tapestry on offer, the film maintains a slightly remote feel. Even with so much emotional power being exuded by the actors, it is possible that the visuals may have been warmer and more accessible had it been lensed on film. Perhaps these nitpickings are a tad too extreme; nevertheless, however speculative this may be, the desired emotional impact could've been better achieved had it been committed to celluloid.

Despite its existence as a mainstream movie, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button triggers a high level of meditation regarding our own mortality and the inevitability of everyone's fate. It also presents the intriguing concept of not being scared about our own demise. "Scared?" asks a daughter to her mother on her deathbed. "No. Curious. About what happens next" is the reply. Personally, this confrontational masterpiece provoked thought in me regarding what happens after death. Will we be reincarnated? Will we never exist in any form again? Do we become ghosts, wandering the planet for eternity? No other film has ever prompted such questions with such power, nor have I ever truly contemplated the possibilities of "the afterlife" until I viewed Fincher's masterwork.

Reportedly, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was in development for about fifteen years. Directors signed on and subsequently left, as did stars (thank God we were spared a Ron Howard version starring John Travolta!). Development was so prolonged simply because, until recently, technology has been unable to render the crippling effects of old age in the manner required for this motion picture. CGI wizards have long said that if an audience fails to notice the illusion they've created, their job has been properly accomplished. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button flaunts possibly the finest implementation of marvellous visual effects ever seen in a film. The aging techniques applied to Pitt and his co-stars throughout the film's duration are faultless. There's a wealth of top-notch CG wizardry on glorious display in this movie, but never is there a single moment when a viewer becomes aware of it. As an old man, Pitt looks the part - it's the equivalent of visiting an aged Pitt through a time portal. A most unnerving image is that of Pitt looking more or less the way he did back in Thelma and Louise (during the early days of his career). Cate Blanchett, too, is caked in make-up...yet the transformation from youthful beauty to aged woman bears no seams. With the fusion of imperceptible digital effects and incredible make-up, David Fincher has pulled off a remarkable feat.

Credit is also due to the actors, who by no means allow the make-up and digital effects to do the talking - each respective actor expertly walks in the shoes of different eras whilst maintaining the core of who they are.
Pitt inhabits the role of Benjamin Button amiably, tenderly and compassionately. The actor places forth a likable and watchable persona - someone an audience would like to spend so much time with. Cate Blanchett brings vibrancy and spirit to the character of Daisy. After brusquely revealing the egotistic impetuousness of Daisy's youthful self, the thespian fully registers both the passion and timidity of a mature woman.
The supporting cast is uniformly excellent, with performers like Tilda Swinton, Jared Harris, and Julia Ormond making the most of limited screen time. Swinton is particularly wonderful as the calculating adulteress. As Benjamin's surrogate mother, Taraji P. Henson is extremely convincing and congenial. To round out the main supporting cast is Jason Flemyng as Benjamin's biological father. Aging techniques are applied to virtually all the supporting cast, but as their respective characters age, so does their mannerisms and voice. There isn't a defective performance to behold.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button has received decidedly mixed reviews. Certainly, there are multiple missteps. The principal flaw is the mechanism through which the story is conveyed - Daisy's daughter reading Benjamin's intimate diary to her mother on her deathbed. Not only is it clichéd, but it's a key hindrance when the audience is far too frequently removed from Benjamin's tale and placed into the hospital room. Worse, the potentially interesting fragments of Benjamin's life are entirely omitted. His final 20 years flash by in a matter of minutes. Following a ponderous and intimate examination of the protagonist's life over the course of about 150 minutes, it's disappointing to consider the exclusions. The film should've explored interesting oddities in Ben's later life - after all, he's a wise and aged soul trapped in the body of an infant. Instead of exploiting these endless possibilities, the film is limited to telling an occasionally plodding story minus any real twists. Proceedings are perfunctory from time to time as it sails towards its inevitable conclusion...and we all know its finale won't be upbeat. The film occasionally feels its 160 minutes, although it'd be erroneous to begrudge Fincher considering the meticulousness of his direction and the painstaking time the helmer has obviously pumped into this brilliantly atmospheric, eloquent, visually striking production.

It's critical for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button to be viewed on its own terms - as a fairytale - or else it utterly fails. Roth's screenplay provides little grounding for the reverse aging, and consequently it's not particularly convincing. This is a fantasy, however, and it can never be perceived as anything but. It's initially difficult to accept the premise, but once you do...the effects are utterly intoxicating.

"We're meant to lose the people we love. How else are we supposed to know how important they are?"


Benjamin Button's inverted aging process is merely a conduit; the journey down it allowing a viewer to acquire a slightly distorted insight into the process of living and, perhaps, a better understanding of human nature. To some, this may appear too much for a mainstream motion picture to achieve. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button seems to struggle in its endeavour to take an audience as far down its established path as it might hope to. Its fantastical premise may also difficult for some audiences to believe. Nevertheless, the film's power of compulsion cannot be denied, nor can the sense that it means something when the experience concludes. As it closes with a poignant montage, it's virtually impossible to not be emotionally touched. A majority of viewers will undoubtedly be entertained, rapt and moved, while some will find their intellect stimulated. F. Scott Fitzgerald's source material may be ancient, but the concept beneath The Curious Case of Benjamin Button has been effectively transported into the 21st century with enthralling results. It may be sometimes laborious, but this is an extraordinarily expressive tour de force - a stunning career achievement for director David Fincher. It's every bit as impressive to view as summer blockbusters, but there's also a genuine story to accompany the stunning visuals and potent atmosphere.

"Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life. Some people get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit by a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim the English Channel. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people can dance."


8.1/10



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The Gods Must Be Crazy to produce this sequel...

Posted : 16 years, 3 months ago on 5 January 2009 08:19 (A review of The Gods Must Be Crazy II (1989))

This time, everybody's going crazier.


Following the unexpected success of the hit South African cult-comedy The Gods Must Be Crazy, a sequel was inevitable. Thus, Jamie Uys (who was responsible for virtually everything behind the camera of the original film) commenced work on the suitably-titled The Gods Must Be Crazy II. Uys was visibly determined to replicate the success of the original film with this follow-up - he reportedly spent in excess of four years developing this sequel in order to script, location-scout, cast and direct. After all this drudgery, it's quite unfortunate to behold the tragic result. The Gods Must Be Crazy II bares the strain it endured to facilitate its journey to the big screen - the film is desperately simple and not very funny. It's a pale aping of its predecessor, employing the same style and similar gags in its conveyance of a lacklustre story. Perhaps it's no shock that this sequel isn't at all fresh - the surprise is that it's a disheartening catastrophe...witless, crude, lethargic and, frankly, quite boring.

The storyline is merely a collection of three hokey subplots, much like the original film. The Gods Must Be Crazy II abides by the same formula of its predecessor to the letter - i.e. a handful of unrelated stories somehow converging by the film's end. The opening sequence is effectively a precise replica of the first film, with the same dulcet narrator providing insights into the idyllic lifestyle of the Kalahari Bushmen. The first subplot once again concerns our beloved Bushmen hero Xixo (N!xau). Elephant-ivory poachers have invaded the Kalahari Desert. Xixo's two children become accidental stowaways on a truck belonging to this pair of sinister (if somewhat incompetent) poachers. The intrepid Xi aims to save his children and sets out to track the vehicle.

Meanwhile, a New York Doctor of Law - Ann Taylor (Farugia) - travels to South Africa to deliver a paper at a seminar. But, as a consequence of some fast developments, she agrees to take a brisk aerial safari and her plane subsequently crashes. Ann is therefore trapped in the middle of the Kalahari Desert with a zoologist by her side.
As for the third subplot: an African soldier (Tshabalala) and a Cuban freedom fighter (Bowen) find themselves in an arresting stalemate when they have trouble discerning who has captured who. These two soldiers (I think) symbolise the foolishness of war.
A mindless slapstick feast ensues as these stories unite.

It seems that during the creation of The Gods Must Be Crazy II, Jamie Uys was in a state of being out of touch. The film is extraordinary short on comedy, even if filled with routines intended to be funny. Quality laughs are hard to come by in this dreary sequel. Uys' direction also lacks energy. As a result, it drags. The film is additionally permeated with Wild Kingdom footage of exotic creatures (meerkats, hyenas, etc), most of which has quite obviously been photographed separately from the actors they're supposed to be sharing scenes with. Most likely an intentional technical fault for a chortle, but it's overused...and employed poorly.
In addition, the upgraded technicals remove the raw charm of the original (by that I mean the special effects look less dodgy, and there are far more special effects). The technical improvements are for the worst, unfortunately.

The Gods Must Be Crazy II is laden with the same type of humour that filled the original film - there's plenty of slapstick, pratfalls, and film alterations (i.e. fast-motion). The comedy doesn't quite gel as well the second time around. The silent-comedy routines of the original have transformed into relentless, frequent "comedy" sequences sped-up and with stupid sound effects - it's the equivalent of watching South Africa's Unfunniest Home Videos! The over-civilised heroine also has her skirt lifted frequently. The result falls in jarring territory between Crocodile Dundee and Benny Hill.
Additionally, the romantic leads are deficient in the type of wacky, amusing, but genial chemistry that the principal actors from the first film had in abundance. The humour also seems more contrived, and while watching this flick - no matter how entertaining it gets from time to time - it still registers as just another redundant, fluffy sequel.

There are countless faults, but The Gods Must Be Crazy II certainly isn't a total disaster. It still retains a sense of fun, adventure, and breezy charm now and again, even if it has difficulty sustaining interest and engaging a viewer.
There's also great joy in revisiting N!xau as Xixo, and hearing that wonderful click language again. Even at the film's lowest point, N!xau is still most watchable.

At the end of the day, The Gods Must Be Crazy II lacks the simple warmth and delightful charm of its predecessor. The central problem here is that it employs a well-worn formula, with the same kind of comedy reapplied. Its amplified sophistry is less appealing, and in the long run the film seems a rather superfluous effort. It's moderately pleasant viewing for sure and occasionally quite amusing, but it's not a patch on the original and, in the long run, it's just a simple time-waster. As the sun sinks gradually on The Gods Must Be Crazy II, everybody shares a disappointed yawn.

Followed by a few more unsuccessful sequels.

4.5/10



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The Filmmakers Must Be Geniuses!

Posted : 16 years, 3 months ago on 4 January 2009 07:33 (A review of The Gods Must Be Crazy (1980))

"He talks about an evil thing."


The Gods Must Be Crazy is a reassuringly unique and delightfully disarming little cinematic treasure. This low-budget 1980 South African comedy emerged virtually out of no-where; silently tiptoeing into worldwide cinemas to become one of the biggest international hits of the decade! Owing to enthusiastic word of mouth, The Gods Must Be Crazy broke box office records in Japan, South America and all over Europe, eventually developing into a cult favourite. Written, produced, directed, filmed and edited by Jamie Uys, this pseudo-documentary is fundamentally a National Geographic special infused with hysterical slapstick and amusing scenarios depicting culture clashes. With its light-hearted slapstick tone, inventive cinematic techniques and splendid locations, this is a sweet pleasure guaranteed to provide a wonderful evening of delightful entertainment.

In a nutshell: The Gods Must Be Crazy concerns the misadventures of Xixo (played by African tribal actor N!xau). The story begins with a soothing, oh-so-BBC narration describing the idyllic lifestyle of the Kalahari Bushmen. These people are a primitive race whose lives are simple and contented, and they are neither greedy nor cruel. They hunt for food, they share everything with each other, and their lives lack any sort of technology. Their blissful isolation and obliviousness is drastically disrupted when a careless airplane pilot tosses a Coca Cola bottle out the window while in flight above the Kalahari. The bottle spins elaborately to earth, landing near Xi during a hunting expedition. Believing it to be a gift from the Gods, the tribe employ this Coke bottle for dozens of uses: it becomes a fire-starter, a cooking utensil, a musical instrument, a patternmaker, and - most of all - an object of bitter controversy. The bottle generates jealously, greed and violence, igniting Xi's decision to return this evil object to the Gods by throwing it off the edge of the earth. Xi therefore embarks on a long odyssey, experiencing the civilised world for the very first time.
Meanwhile, journalist Kate Thompson (Prinsloo) accepts a remote teaching post in a Botswana school. Upon arrival, she's met by micro-biologist Andrew Steyn (Weyers) who immediately takes a liking for her.
There's also a minor problem with a terrorist leader and his gang of bandits who are being pursued by government militia. Needless to say, these separate stories become utterly intertwined by the time the film reaches its climax.

"He spoke long and earnestly to the baboon and explained, that is an evil thing you've got there, and it brought much unhappiness to my family and it will surely bring much unhappiness to yours unless you give it back to me and let me throw it away. He spoke so earnestly that the baboon began to take note and dropped the evil thing. He said, that is a very wise thing you have done."


To further expound upon the plot would be redundant exposition to the fans and churlish spoiling to those who haven't yet indulged in this filmic pleasure. The Gods Must Be Crazy is more than just a straightforward, brainless comedy; it delivers a unique, playful little story told in an utterly charming style with slapstick bowing deeply to Buster Keaton and lovely homespun humour. In no time a viewer will find themselves bathing in a delightful brew of sweet characters, appealing humour and innovative filmmaking techniques.

Part quasi-documentary, part farce, and part philosophical treatise, The Gods Must Be Crazy remains a highly original, offbeat and poignant cinematic gem. Writer-director-producer-editor Jamie Uys displays immense competence in the creation of sight gags and slapstick gags to die for. Remember the days of Charlie Chaplin and the aforementioned Buster Keaton, when physical gags were all the rage? This type of slapstick pervades this hysterical film. The more elaborate laughs necessitate a great deal of preparation, but this preparation pays off in spades! A number of sequences flaunting an indecisive jeep are especially notable in this category. Laughs are also generated through the sheer naivety of the Bushmen. For instance, they perceive cars as peculiar animals and the smoke behind a jet as flatulence of the Gods. Far better laughs are hidden within, but are far too delicious to spoil. Watch this little treat yourself, and experience the masterful humour first hand.

For additional laughs, Uys inserts feeble cinematic techniques (which may or may not be intentional). Clunky editing, dodgy special effects, and obvious reversing or speeding up of the film keeps an audience inside the joke. However, there are flaws - aside from the frequent technical faults, there are lethal problems with pacing. During the first 20 minutes in particular, mere narration is incapable of engaging an audience. It takes the best part of an hour for the best laughs to kick in, and the lead-up may test a viewer's patience. In addition, the Kalahari Desert tribe is a total fabrication - there was never an idyllic tribe of Bushmen untouched by technology, and they certainly aren't as clueless about the ways of the white man. In reality, South African civilisation had already invaded the desert. This fact unfortunately removes part of the film's gloss. In any case, the filmmakers nevertheless possessed the creativity to invent a tribe and employ a naturalistic approach to make it seem genuine.

"He never seen a wall in his life, now he got walls all around him. He gonna die for sure."


The star of the show is, of course, the cheerful N!xau as the bushman who finds life outside the desert strange and complicated. The late N!xau was a famous tribal actor, himself an outsider who lived with his three wives in Africa. During N!xau's screen-time he sports a grin that appears to say "I have no idea what's happening, but it's a lot of fun!"
Marius Weyers plays the micro-biologist who suffers nervous attacks whenever he's around Sandra Prinsloo's Kate Thompson. This premise leads to a few decent slapstick sequences, executed superbly by Weyers.

All in all, The Gods Must Be Crazy amorously blends Kalahari legend, an "East meets West" plot, a pleasant love story, and great slapstick. This delightful film is perhaps one of the best slapstick comedies since Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin. Plot elements may be slender, but the result really works! One could analyse The Gods Must Be Crazy from a cultural/sociological standpoint and discover a great deal of patriarchal and imperialist connotations ranging from docile to disturbing. If you're planning to waste time trekking down that particular avenue, good luck - I won't join you. To me, Uys' one-man-band film is a delightfully charming and low-key comedy that continues to entertain as much as it did when it first burst onto cinema screens a few decades ago.

Followed by a number of sequels, beginning with The Gods Must Be Crazy II.

"That morning, he saw the ugliest person he'd ever come across. She was as pale as something that had crawled out of a rotting log; her hair was quite gruesome, long and stringy and white, as if she was very old; she was very big - he'd have to take the whole day to find enough food to feed her."


7.8/10



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A potent legal thriller - far too overlooked!

Posted : 16 years, 3 months ago on 31 December 2008 11:19 (A review of Michael Clayton (2007))

"I'm not a miracle worker, I'm a janitor. The math on this is simple. The smaller the mess the easier it is for me to clean up."


Contemporary Hollywood thrillers are distinctly separated into two categories: visceral thrillers (which are dependent on action to generate tension and excitement), and intellectual thrillers (which rely on smart plot twists, dialogue and fascinating characters). Michael Clayton, the directorial debut of screenwriter Tony Gilroy, firmly belongs in the latter category. Prior to writing and directing this masterful thriller, Gilroy was primarily recognised for scripting the Jason Bourne movies. Michael Clayton is a breath of fresh air in modern-day Hollywood. Gilroy is of a dying breed; a screenwriter capable of penning intelligent blockbusters (The Bourne Ultimatum) and intellectual thrillers (like the film in question). Michael Clayton unfolds at its own pace and permits few concessions to impatient viewers or those not paying attention. Gilroy's script implores a viewer to contemplate every inch of film on offer, and connect the dots without much assistance. Michael Clayton is essentially a legal thriller that unites a tense battle of wits and a sinister government conspiracy. It's ardently dialogue-driven, thus action junkies are advised to avoid at all costs.

Michael Clayton (Clooney) is an in-house "fixer" for one of the largest corporate law firms in New York. He's an important asset to said firm - the go-to guy when clients are in hot water. When things go south, Michael is appointed to clean it up. He's at the top of his field, but he abhors his job and wants out.
U-North is among the leading clients of Michael's law firm. They're a chemical company locked in a six-year long class action lawsuit against a group of people who have contracted cancer as a result of the company's pesticides. For U-North, the case look promising until lead attorney Arthur Edens (Wilkinson) suffers a nervous breakdown and is struck with an attack of guilt. He's smitten with one victim (Wever), and begins assembling evidence to prove U-North's guilt. Michael's boss - Marty Bach (Pollack) - orders Michael to intervene and resolve the situation.
U-North's primary litigator - Karen Crowder (Swinton) - grows suspicious of Arthur and Michael; believing they could cause the lawsuit to crumble. She therefore begins her own investigations. The potential three billion dollar lawsuit would be enough to break U-North, and the company are willing to do anything to ensure their best interests are served. But a corporate battle quickly transforms into something much more sinister, and the assignment to clean up the Arthur situation turns out to be a job Michael shouldn't have accepted.

"This is a three billion dollar class action lawsuit. In the morning, I have to call my board. I have to tell them that the architect of our defense was arrested for running naked in the street. What sickness is he talking about?"


The central intrigue driving the plot is that U-North is unmistakably guilty. Furthermore, both the corporation and the law firm are completely aware that U-North is guilty. However the law firm's allegiances lie in the highest bidder - they are being paid millions to defend U-North, and are therefore keen to do so. But in the middle of this situation is the unstable Arthur Edens who now holds the smoking gun.

Michael Clayton builds to an apt conclusion that doesn't employ surprise twists or cheap theatrics. It develops progressively and remains entrenched in the real world as opposed to the realm in which thrillers commonly unspool. The film presents a derogatory proclamation about the profit-above-all business traditions of major corporations. If there's a sole flaw in the story, it's that Michael's motivations occasionally seem influenced by the needs of the plot.

"You're my meal ticket, Marty. If you leave, it's just me and Barry in a room and I'm trying to explain what the hell it is I do around here."


Michael Clayton is predominantly a film about characters who inhabit the grey area linking morality and immorality, where everyone holds a diverse perception of the constituents of ethics. These characters are not "good" or "evil" - they are the outcome of choices (some right, some wrong).
Marty knows that a majority of his key clients harbour untold secrets, but by representing them they earn big bucks and the firm is kept afloat.
Karen Crowder is prepared to do practically anything in order to conceal the misdemeanours of her company.
Arthur's crisis of conscience prompts a confrontation of principles and morality. He can no longer dismiss the happenings around him when he has become part of a machine that defends a company that's causing people to die of cancer.
Michael's job as a "fixer" means he must often turn a blind eye to nasty situations. He is trapped in the middle - caught between his underdeveloped perception of right and wrong, and his requirement for financial stability.

Gilroy doesn't dole out the intricate plot in easy-to-digest portions. The script is loaded with stilted dialogue and an ambiguous ending that begs the audience to draw their own conclusions. Too many contemporary thrillers connect the dots for the audience by inserting a quick montage or another similarly silly technique. Michael Clayton doesn't do this; it's a breed of movie that demands us to keep up with the story and characters, the unexpected twists, and the occasionally superfluous subplots. Although an onslaught of subplots may slow the pace and confuse the audience, it reminds us of the film's true nature: it's a study of the main character. Naming the film after Michael Clayton is an indication that the primary story concerns the central character, his difficulties, and his career (which he dislikes). In hindsight, the narrative is weaved together beautifully. In fact repeated screenings are imperative in order to efficiently absorb everything and realise the film's true brilliance. Michael Clayton expects more from an audience than most contemporary motion pictures.

Tony Gilroy's talent for writing intelligent and detailed stories evolves with Michael Clayton. He has served as a screenwriter for a large part of his career. With Gilroy helming this particular project in addition to writing it, this is a personal endeavour. While Gilroy generously scattered exhilarating action sequences throughout his scripts for the Bourne series, Michael Clayton offers little to no action. Thankfully, the freshmen director shows maturity in his work; crafting a stylish and slick thriller that rivets through the intelligent script and well-drawn characters. Gilroy doesn't adopt the quick-cutting and "shaky cam" techniques of Paul Greengrass, instead embracing a more classical method. Collaborating with the accomplished cinematographer Robert Elswit (who previously worked on Syriana and Magnolia, just to name a couple), Gilroy employs steady, ominous establishing shots in addition to measured editing that emphasises tension during conversations. Masterful lighting divides the brooding sterility of Michael Clayton's business world from the hospitable warmth of a family home and the eerie silence of a sweeping field at dawn. Gilroy has constructed a tense and taut thriller that builds to a gripping conclusion and showcases his ability as a top-tier screenwriter. Michael Clayton is Tony Gilroy's movie and while Clooney places forth an incredible performance, the success of this excellent film is thanks to Gilroy's laudable exertions. Additionally, James Newton Howard's beautifully haunting, evocative and atmospheric score is yet another layer of magnificence.

Michael Clayton breaks conventions by flaunting the charismatic George Clooney in the title role. As a morally compromised lawyer, Clooney exceeds all expectations - the actor bestows the character with intelligence, confidence and humanity. This superbly subdued performance earned Clooney an Oscar nomination for Best Actor. Clooney commands the frame; exuding charisma and confidence. It's been stated before that cinematic acting requires subtlety, and that the simplest glance or faintest gesture is magnified a hundredfold when committed to the medium of film. Clooney evidently understands this principal. A prime example of this is the extraordinary closing credits as the camera intently examines Clooney riding in the back of a taxi. This magnificent actor delivers a multi-faceted and totally nuanced portrait of a man whose life is in turmoil and is therefore compelled to adapt.

The supporting characters are fleshed-out skilfully and played flawlessly. Tom Wilkinson collected an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor. Even though he lost, Wilkinson's performance is convincing and focused. His opening monologue introduces the film perfectly; each word is delivered with such passion and absolute abandon, and these opening moments effectively establish the bleak, ominous tone that pervades the entire picture. It's utterly mesmerising watching Clooney and Wilkinson exchange dialogue...cinema can not get any better than this!
Tilda Swinton earned a Best Supporting Actress Oscar (the only Academy Award Michael Clayton won) for her captivating performance as the attack dog of U-North. She's a shark navigating waters murkier than those in which she's accustomed to swim. Swinton's Karen Crowder makes mistakes - big mistakes - but is ultimately unprepared for the consequences. She's cold and calculating while still managing to display the precarious nature of that icy demeanour. Her convincing performance particularly shines towards the film's dénouement.
Actor/director Sydney Pollack is also in action as Michael Clayton's exasperated boss. He delivers a uniformly excellent performance.

"Dear Michael. Of course it's you, who else could they send, who else could be trusted?"


Earning a total of seven Academy Award nominations (including Best Picture and Best Director among others), Michael Clayton is a potent legal thriller that expertly harkens back to the courtroom dramas and conspiracy-theory flicks of the 1970s and 80s (although the movie never goes near a courtroom, interestingly). It's extremely stilted, difficult to follow and quite slow, yet the film works due to Gilroy's masterful script and meticulous direction. Michael Clayton is engaging and engrossing, riveting and spellbinding, and it's tagged with an ambiguous conclusion. It demands repeated viewings, and some will need to watch it multiple times before realising its sheer brilliance. Each time you re-watch this topflight psychological thriller you'll glean further insight into its sophisticated world. Although it's extremely confusing, it's worth one's concentration and it's one of the most enthralling motion picture experiences of 2007. Oscar material this certainly is.
Michael Clayton offers deep intrigue guaranteed to keep an audience on the edge of their seats. Apart from the cast, nothing about the production is flashy. There's no action (save for a single explosion), no gunfights, no sex...just a great story which has been intricately created by a master craftsman. It is one of the most subversive anti-corporate films to come out of the Hollywood studio system. It isn't a box office player, but rather an intelligent motion picture for an intellectual audience to discover.

Arthur Edens: "Michael, I have great affection for you and you live a very rich and interesting life, but you're a bag man not an attorney. If your intention was to have me committed you should have kept me in Wisconsin where the arrest report, the videotape, eyewitness reports of my inappropriate behavior would have had jurisdictional relevance. I have no criminal record in the state of New York, and the single determining criterion for involuntary commitment is danger. Is the defendant a danger to himself or to others. You think you got the horses for that? Well good luck and God bless, but I'll tell you this: the last place you want to see me is in court."
Michael Clayton: "I'm not the enemy."
Arthur Edens: "Then who are you?"


8.8/10



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Every director starts somewhere...

Posted : 16 years, 3 months ago on 29 December 2008 09:04 (A review of Amblin')

Every filmmaker has to begin somewhere. For some directors, television ignited their infatuation with the art. For other directors, such as Steven Spielberg, a love for filmmaking ripened during childhood years when they helmed cheap, amateur home movies. Spielberg both wrote and directed Amblin' - this short film shot on 35mm on a budget of $15,000 in 1968. Although a mere 26 minutes in length, Amblin' brought Spielberg into the spotlight, and he became the youngest director in history to be signed to a long-term deal with a major Hollywood studio. Sid Sheinberg was the vice president of production for Universal's TV arm, and he viewed Spielberg's short. Spielberg was subsequently signed to a seven-year contract under the Television division of Universal. In later years Spielberg became the Hollywood director everyone now recognises him for, and he employed the title of Amblin' as a name for his film company - Amblin Entertainment.

The story concerns two hitchhikers (Levin, McMyler) who hook up in the middle of the desert in southern California, en route to the Pacific Coast. The film chronicles their chance meeting, their initial bond, and their journey to the paradisiacal beach as they develop into friends and lovers.
Story-wise, there isn't much to Amblin' - it simply conveys a straightforward love story using visuals and omnipresent acoustic guitar music instead of dialogue. Amblin' is essentially a prolonged montage showcasing the beautiful cinematography of Allen Daviau. Naturally, Spielberg went on to direct such blockbusters as Jurassic Park, Raiders of the Lost Ark and Jaws. Yet after visiting early efforts of Spielberg it reminds us that special effects and a colossal budget aren't as crucial as wonderful acting and a good (if slender) story.

Looking back at Spielberg's roots, it's easy to see why the director shot to big-time stardom. He handles the script (he wrote himself) with utter dexterity. The film flows naturally and fluidly, with his economic direction resulting in a valuably ponderous pace. It does linger unnecessarily on a few plot points, yet it's mesmerising to witness the cinematic techniques on offer - there are dark silhouettes against a white desert background, wide angles showcasing the stunning locales, and the actors continually registering expressions on their faces to convey their thoughts (rather than using heavy dialogue). Throughout the film the only words spoken are those in the title song (by October Country). As for the other music, there's soft acoustic guitar accompanied by beautifully rendered ambiance of the desert. In all honesty, not much actually transpires during the 26-minute running time. It probably appears to be an incoherent succession of random bonding scenes. It isn't much more than a montage (as stated previously), but at least it's a concise and beautiful montage.

Spielberg found Richard Levin working as a librarian in the Beverly Hills library. For the female hitchhiking companion, Pamela McMyler was discovered in the Academy Players directory. These two performers may have had little acting experience prior to Amblin', yet Spielberg has managed to get great performances.

Amblin' became a reality when Spielberg met aspiring producer Dennis Hoffman who agreed to finance the short film. Filming transpired over a few weeks in a soundstage and on various desert locations, with the final sequenced filmed outside Jack Palance's house in Malibu. On rough terrain and in punishing 105-degree heat, many of the unpaid crew left before filming was completed. Filming eventually wrapped in July 1968, with the premiere in December of the same year (it shared a double bill with Otto Preminger's Skidoo). Amblin' won several awards, and Spielberg received his contract at Universal.

All in all, Steven Spielberg's Amblin' is an interesting little flick certainly worth visiting for avid fans of the director. All aspiring filmmakers will learn a thing or two from this motion picture; primarily that simplicity can spawn beautiful results when in the right hands. I suggest YouTube would be the ideal location if you wish to see this gem.

7.7/10


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Strange, bizarre, yet engaging flick

Posted : 16 years, 3 months ago on 26 December 2008 09:43 (A review of Being John Malkovich)

"You see the world through John Malkovich's eyes. Then after about 15 minutes, you're spit out into a ditch on the side of the New Jersey Turnpike!"


Feature films as remarkably audacious and endlessly inventive as Being John Malkovich are few and far between. This reassuringly unique movie denotes the feature film debut of director Spike Jonze, who had previously been responsible for cutting-edge music videos. Jonze (who was nominated for an Oscar for his work on this film) works from a wonderfully imaginative screenplay penned by Charlie Kaufman. Kaufman's script brilliantly expounds on an oddball premise by presenting a steady stream of twists and an outrageous succession of unpredictable developments. Being John Malkovich is not inaccessible to an average movie-goer, but it certainly won't be summarily devoured by tastes of all stripes. It's an extremely strange and peculiar film; a dark comedy of the absurd featuring sinister undertones. It adheres to the style established by Terry Gilliam in such films as Brazil; in fact die-hard fans of Gilliam's work are the ideal audience for such a film as this. Being John Malkovich is gruelling to stomach as it occasionally lacks an entertainment value and it's notoriously unenjoyable from time to time, yet the joint efforts of Kaufman and Jonze have spawned an irresistibly bizarre and original movie.

The story tracks struggling, dishevelled street puppeteer Craig Schwartz (Cusack). He's a brilliant puppeteer, but he's unable to find work. Dowdy wife Lotte (Diaz) persuades Craig to seek an alternative job in order to acquire a steady income. He lands a job as a filing clerk for an enigmatic company located on the 7½th floor of an office building. It's here - while working for loopy boss Lester (Bean) and lusting after colleague Maxine (Keener) - that Craig encounters a portal that sucks an unsuspecting individual into the head of actor John Malkovich (giving possibly the performance of a lifetime as, well, himself). For fifteen minutes a person literally "becomes" Malkovich - sees through his eyes, hears what he hears, and feels what he feels - before being spewed out adjacent to the New Jersey Turnpike. Craig consults Maxine who subsequently decides to go commercial, allowing paying customers to experience fifteen minutes inside Malkovich. But this money-spinning novelty quickly descends into utter insanity. Lotte realises the joys of the portal, Maxine indulges in the pleasures of Malkovich, Craig aspires to permanently inhabit Malkovich's brain in order to establish a successful career as a puppeteer, and Malkovich twigs that strangers are messing with his head.

"Nobody's looking for a puppeteer in today's wintry economic climate."


To brand Being John Malkovich as bizarre or absurdist would be an understatement. This is a comedy in the off kilter tradition of Terry Gilliam (and Monty Python, for that matter). The characters are all eccentric oddballs, and the situations they deal with are jaunt and far-fetched. Surprisingly, though, it all hangs together. Nothing can prepare you for how astoundingly original this movie is. Jonze takes an idea which could have been stretched beyond breaking point - or simply fallen flat in the wrong hands - and transforms it into a simply startling picture. Being John Malkovich manages to be hysterically funny and achingly poignant while also making life as a crabby, pompous movie star seem like the most attractive prospect in the world.

The unusual premise is an attention-grabber in itself, yet Being John Malkovich offers more than just a gimmick to win over its audience. Charlie Kaufman's screenplay is brilliant, bringing to the forefront numerous issues in contemporary philosophy of mind; such as the nature of consciousness, the mind-body dichotomy, and sensory perception. It's doubtful that anyone expected Being John Malkovich to be any sort of hit - critical or otherwise. Regardless of only pulling in $23 million at the box office, critics lauded it - esteemed American critic Roger Ebert even selected it as the best film of 1999. The film was praised particularly for the originality evident in Kaufman's magnificent screenplay. His script even earned him an Independent Spirit Award for Best First Screenplay, and an Oscar nomination. Young Jonze's direction is also rampant in originality. Jokes exist in several layers, from the obvious guffaw to sly visual gags (floor 7½ takes a bow in this respect). It's amusing to witness an army of office workers reduced to bending over at the waist in order to accommodate the low ceiling. No-one says a word about it...it's just accepted. In order to get to said floor, one must press the emergency stop button in the elevator as it becomes equidistant between floors 7 and 8, and then pry open the elevator doors using a crowbar. Craig even beholds a plaque detailing floor 7½ at the 7½th minute of the movie!

Jonze and Kaufman continue to throw new surrealistic ideas at the audience. Commonly, the level of originality in a film reduces as time goes by. However, Being John Malkovich retains its creativity - which even continues to heighten as the movie progresses. John Malkovich experiencing the portal himself is a masterpiece, but other ideas aren't so golden (a chimp regressing into its own childhood is, frankly, beyond the pale). Perhaps the greatest inclusion is a brief mockumentary featured as a way to chronicle the rise of Malkovich's career as a puppeteer. An interview with Sean Penn is even included for the sake of authenticity. Other more subtle additions are included, such as Cusack murmuring a succession of names which prove significant later into the story. It's certainly a movie which demands to be viewed multiple times in order to adequately glean the subtleties that are in abundance. However the continually dim, bleak tone and the sometimes leisurely pace is quite detrimental. Being John Malkovich isn't an overly enjoyable picture, and its re-watchable value is astonishingly depleted.

As for morals, messages, or topics explored within the film...the filmmakers may or may not be conveying messages regarding the negative consequences of people wanting to be somebody else, questioning their own identity, and exploiting others.

As the freakish premise grows more grotesque and repugnant, the apparent enthusiasm of the cast keeps the film afloat. Cusack is intensely watchable as the scruffy puppeteer who becomes ceaselessly bemused, frantic and close to homicidal by the film's dénouement. He's virtually unrecognisable in the role. As Lotte, an unrecognisable Cameron Diaz is featured. She brilliantly immerses herself into the character, generating utterly wonderful results. Catherine Keener has never been better as the opportunistic Maxine who's appropriately underhanded and scheming. Keener was even nominated for an Oscar. Seasoned comic Orson Bean plays Dr. Lester - Craig's boss - as a fuzzy-brained Leslie Nielson. Charlie Sheen and Sean Penn also appear in cameos as themselves, with Sheen usually parodying his own womanising lifestyle and Penn featuring in the mockumentary mentioned earlier.
But this is John Malkovich's movie, and it's a joy to witness him lampoon himself on such an alarming scale; coming across as the kind of obnoxious, self-absorbed idiot no actor would ever want to appear to be. Malkovich seems to be having an absolute ball in this career-defining performance as himself.

Essentially a wildly twisted trip into a strange world, Being John Malkovich is a greatly realised fantasy from the multi-talented Spike Jonze. This is a bizarre yet engaging movie; an outstanding segment of celluloid analogous to the works of Coen Brothers and Terry Gilliam that isn't easily forgotten. Its dim nature may prevent an overly enjoyable experience, but its continuous stream of creative ideas makes this picture worth watching once at the very least.

"I think it's kinda sexy that John Malkovich has a portal, y'know, sort of like, it's like, like he has a vagina. It's sort of vaginal, y'know, like he has a, he has a penis AND a vagina. I mean, it's sort of like... Malkovich's... feminine side. I like that."


7.7/10



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Forgotten Stanley Kubrick gem...

Posted : 16 years, 3 months ago on 23 December 2008 01:40 (A review of Barry Lyndon)

"It would require a great philosopher and historian to explain the causes of the famous Seven Years' War in which Europe was engaged and in which Barry's regiment was now on its way to take part. Let it suffice to say, that England and Prussia were allies and at war against the French, the Swedes, the Russians and the Austrians."


Stanley Kubrick earned his directorial chops following the phenomenal success of his breakthrough, landmark sci-fi masterpiece 2001: A Space Odyssey. For this particular motion picture, Kubrick endeavoured to tell a story almost entirely visually (accompanied by classical orchestral background music). This technique succeeded, and every frame is consequently downright stunning. In fact, 2001 is such a beautiful film that one could take any frame at random and hang it up on one's wall. With Barry Lyndon, Kubrick attempts a very similar movie. Both the story and setting is undoubtedly different, with deeper characterisations and far more dialogue. Yet Kubrick's underlying objective was identical: create gorgeous pictures worthy of being hung on a wall. Kubrick's superb version of William Makepeace Thackeray's first novel is meticulous and philosophically invigorating, but it will leave audiences unmoved on a profound emotional level.

Although Barry Lyndon offers little excitement or action, Kubrick's primary aim was to recreate the ambiance of an 18th century painting. By detailing each shot with a multitude of intricate niceties, Kubrick asks an audience to carefully examine them, ponder them, and appreciate them - not necessarily for what they symbolise, but for themselves. This creates a unique, if decidedly slow-paced, cinematic experience.

Shot over a two-year span (300 days all told) in order for Kubrick's proverbial obsessive detail to pervade each frame, Barry Lyndon is a costume epic that appears to be operating under a spell. Thus the actors become pieces in a chess game - exquisite philosophical compositions to be moved hither and thither as automatons more than humans. The performances of Ryan O'Neal and Marisa Berenson are more like echoes; carefully and ponderously shifting from A to B, their lines becoming secondary. Their tableau - haunted by lush paintings - is so ornately decorated it almost becomes static. This swashbuckling landscape is bathed in deep melancholy. It's a world functioning almost subliminally, allowing an audience to absorb the images as opposed to simply beholding them. Barry Lyndon is so divorced from emotion, and therefore hard to measure on an entertainment scale. The result is pure art...art that all but locks the watcher out. It's awfully lengthy and periodically gruelling at a running time of three hours, but never is the film boring per se.

"No lad who has liberty for the first time, and twenty guineas in his pocket, is very sad, and Barry rode towards Dublin thinking not so much of the kind mother left alone, and of the home behind him, but of tomorrow, and all the wonders it would bring."


Barry Lyndon is based on William Makepeace Thackeray's The Luck of Barry Lyndon - later revised as The Memoirs of Barry Lyndon. Set in the 18th century, the film is a picaresque adventure - a satire of an upper-class society that chronicles the exploits of a roguish hero of the common classes. Young Redmond Barry (O'Neal) is an Irish commoner in his late teens when the story commences during the 1750s. By the film's dénouement, Barry is well into his fifties. Barry Lyndon consists of separate vignettes rather than an unbroken narrative; Kubrick's objective to deliver an epic on the subject of the protagonist in a style akin to Gone with the Wind or Lawrence of Arabia. Each vignette on the anti-hero's life brings adventure, fame, fortune or ruin. The film is narrated in a deadpan, folk-story manner by esteemed British actor Michael Hordern.

The initial vignettes of Barry Lyndon chronicle the character's origins. As a teenager, Redmond Barry is in love with his cousin Nora (Hamilton). When Nora becomes engaged to a captain in the British army (Rossiter), Barry becomes jealous. Following a successful duel, the young Irish rogue is advised to leave the area. With no money and little alternatives, Barry joins the army and fights in the Seven Years' War. He deserts the army, but is subsequently abducted into the Prussian army. Through a series of political manoeuvres upon the war's conclusion, Barry befriends wealthy nobleman and gambler Chevalier de Balibari (Magee). Barry then lies, dupes, duels and seduces his way up the social ladder of the 18th century aristocracy. He marries Lady Lyndon (Berenson) for financial advantage. He also inherits a vast estate and has a child. But with Barry Lyndon's meteoric rise to the top comes the seeds of his downfall. The second half is composed of vignettes recounting Redmond Barry's social + financial collapse through philandering, gambling, and the drink as well as a vengeful enemy.

"Barry's first taste of battle was only a skirmish against a small rearguard of Frenchmen who occupied an orchard beside a road down which, a few hours later, the English main force would wish to pass. Though this encounter is not recorded in any history books, it was memorable enough for those who took part."


Following 2001: A Space Odyssey, Stanley Kubrick launched development for a motion picture about Napoleon Bonaparte. During pre-production, however, Dino De Laurentiis' Waterloo (a movie recounting Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo) crawled out and died at the box office. Consequently, Kubrick's financiers cut funding for his proposed project. Having pumped considerable time and effort into the development of his Napoleon epic, Kubrick was furious. With no alternative, the director turned his attention to his next film - A Clockwork Orange. Following A Clockwork Orange, Kubrick started developing Barry Lyndon (in part to take advantage of the copious research Kubrick had conducted for his aborted Napoleon picture). Stanley Kubrick wonderfully adapted Thackeray's novel for the big screen. In the grand scheme of things, though, not much actually transpires. A single line from the script appears to be translated into multiple minutes of screen-time. The final duelling scene, for example, is filled with ponderous pauses (it even took 42 days to edit the sequence!) and barely a page of dialogue as the director fashions a ten-minute scene intermingling intensity and pathos. Director Kubrick was certainly in no rush as he spent a total of 300 days filming the movie. Indeed production was forced to be shifted from Ireland to England once Kubrick was informed that his name was on an IRA hit-list for filming a movie about English soldiers in Ireland.

Kubrick's meticulous screenplay comes alive through the remarkable Oscar-winning cinematography of John Alcott. In order to truly capture the colour palette of an 18th century painting, special lenses from NASA were fitted to traditional cameras. Reportedly, these lenses allowed night scenes to be filmed by natural candlelight with no additional artificial light. To date, Barry Lyndon contains the largest aperture in filmic history. Contrary to legend, though, artificial light was utilised from time to time.
The legendary Ken Adam won an Oscar for his extravagant, aesthetically beautiful production design. The combination of Adam's production design with Alcott's cinematography is breathtaking and intoxicating. On top of this, the costumes look truly stunning. Legend has it the costumes are 100% authentic, yet this is only partially true. A majority of the costumes were created specifically for the production. In addition, costume designer Milena Canonero purchased a number of authentic costumes from the 18th century at an auction. The visuals are amazing no matter where you turn. From vividly-uniformed soldiers to candle-lit interiors and extensive period estates, every shot is a masterpiece of colour, composition, depth, and detail - indeed, the entire film is a tour de force of 18th century décor.
The score - always integral to Kubrick's vision - is also reminiscent of the period. It's a subtle coalition of Irish folk tunes by The Chieftains and Schubert's E-minor Trio.

As always, Kubrick delves into provocative themes - here he explores people being used for selfish purposes and allowing themselves to be used. The writer-director was never too positive in any of his films with the egocentric, callous, ulterior motives of humankind. This philosophy is manifested in the character of Barry Lyndon - the social-climbing fortune hunter - who's only too pleased to be a business partner or a trophy husband in order to achieve his goals. Barry Lyndon isn't just a costume epic (like Full Metal Jacket isn't just a war film, nor is The Shining a horror film); instead it's a movie working on various extra-narrative levels. It seems Kubrick was endeavouring to illustrate the difficulty of man striving to become the ruler of his own world. The characters are all aspiring to greatness, but can never elude destiny. Literally crushed by the totalising borders of the film, the characters can never gravitate outside of the world that has been devised and outlined for them. Barry Lyndon is full of acerbic social critique which is merged with Kubrick's experimental distancing style. Certainly not for all tastes, but it's definitely worth a watch.

Kubrick's Barry Lyndon is entirely sedate; his objective to stimulate the eye more than the heart. Moreover, the characters - especially the protagonist, played by Ryan O'Neal - are designed to be distant. In over three hours of screen-time, O'Neal hardly registers an expression on his face. Perhaps the actor is too soft spoken and introverted to convince as Barry, but O'Neal's performance is a masterful instance of less-as-more; his litheness in duelling sequences contrasted with the robotic, dysfunctional actions as he seduces Lady Lyndon.
As O'Neal's co-star, Marisa Berenson is superb. As a matter of fact, across the board there isn't a faulty performance at all. The lack of emotional involvement is the only lethal flaw - it may have been deliberate, but at its extreme length it appears to lack a certain spark.

Barry Lyndon is a gloriously ponderous, sweeping historical epic that serenely moves through the life and times of Redmond Barry. Of all the entries to the Kubrick canon, this flick is perhaps in most need of re-examination. Barry Lyndon is a forgotten gem; it's unfairly overlooked, and unfortunately it's not a film Kubrick is remembered for. The film is probably too long, but it's a beautiful eye pleaser despite its pedestrian pacing. Kubrick's camera leisurely scans an assortment of palaces, gardens, woods, lakes, streams, fields, lagoons, statuary, grand buildings, manicured lawns, reflecting pools, and sumptuous rooms. To guarantee eyes are kept on the scenery, the director deliberately diffuses the individuality of the characters. But in 2001: A Space Odyssey Kubrick kept his audience rapt with a constant stream of innovative images and fantastical experiences. In Barry Lyndon he is only able to produce gorgeous images of an 18th century European landscape, coupled with inaccessible characters. Although the cinematography is wonderful, it's not always sufficient to sustain the extreme three-hour length.

"Gentlemen may talk of the age of chivalry, but remember the ploughmen, poachers and pickpockets whom they lead. It is with these sad instruments that your great warriors and kings have been doing their murderous work in the world."


8.1/10



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