If your favourite Coen Bros. flick is The Big Lebowski, True Grit or No Country For Old Men, there’s no guarantee that the new one, Inside Llewyn Davis, is going to be up your alley. But if you thought A Serious Man was funny as shit (it was), pissed yourself at O Brother Where Art Thou?, and basically had a haemorrhage the first time you saw Raising Arizona, you’ll love Davis, which is really funny while also bringing the Art.
Amy Adams is hot. If you don’t believe me see American Hustle. In fact, see it anyway. See it no matter what. It’s awesome.
Birth of the Living Dead is a documentary about the making of one of my favorite films; Night of the Living Dead. It contains a treasure trove of trivia about how George A. Romero, NOTLD’s director and screenwriter, added the zombie to the classic monster roster with the help of a rag-tag group of investors and first-time actors and filmmakers. But unlike Frankenstein’s Monster, Dracula, and The Wolfman, zombies were added as a whole, as a collective. Forty-five years after NOTLD’s release, zombies are more popular than ever, which makes me a very happy man.
The “Catching Fire” in this case is about the fire that is civil discontent brewing in the 12 districts that will soon be the revolution. But also it is the fire that makes me slowly warm up to this franchise. I hated the first one so much that I walked into this with dread and left mildly surprised… How about that? I say that they did something right.
A foolhardy concept from its very inception, Diana, which imagines the relationship, in the last three years of her life, between Diana, Princess of Wales, and heart surgeon Hasnat Khan (Naveen Andrews) is chock full of dialogue that no actor can possibly make work. If we are to believe this film, Diana and Hasnat’s early courtship, held essentially in secret at Kensington Palace, was composed of her making gags about the bounty of royalty (asked if she has any more wine, she replies “This is a Palace – we don’t run out of anything”), while he parried with poetic quotes and ludicrous, high-faultin’ babble (on surgery: “You don’t perform the operation – the operation performs you”).
Sandra Bullock has another huge hit on her hands. Everybody seems to love Gravity, and I’m no exception. I’d say I’m a mid-range Sandra Bullock fan. She rarely saves a film that’s careening toward the crapper from the first read-through (Demolition Man, Speed 2: Cruise Control), but she’s notched memorable performances in lots of great movies in different genres.
Beware of Mr. Baker, is a documentary about Ginger Baker, one of the world’s greatest drummers. It made me audibly express amazement twice, and only once because of his drumming. The film’s title is taken from a sign at the gate of Baker’s South African property–and talk about truth in advertising! B.O.M.B. begins, and ends, with Baker physically assaulting its director, who then laughs it off! Celebrity insulates, but some artists are so influential that it’s an honor to be in their orbit, even momentarily, regardless of the circumstances.
If you’re unfamiliar with the plot for the movie Carrie, it’s essentially all the ingredients for a school shooting, except Carrie has no access to guns. What she does have, though, is a particular set of skills. Powers if you will. As she deals with the adversity of being picked on in school, of having a terrible home life, she slowly develops these skills. And then one day, at the prom of all places, the emotions spill over, and her powers get out of hand.
So, as most Comedy Film Nerds fans know…I LOVE horror movies! I try to see almost every one that comes out (unless they have truly horrible word of mouth) and as we get closer to October, that need for cinematic scares grows even more urgent. So why have I been avoiding seeing the new James Wan frightfest Insidious: Chapter 2?
If you haven’t seen the first Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs don’t worry, the opening of this sequel gives a full run-down of it. Wow. How lazy can writers be? I’m surprised a voice-over didn’t start the segment with, “Previously on Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs…”