Dom Hemingway isn’t a great film. It doesn’t really offer anything new in the way of stylish British ex-con films, but Jude Law makes an excellent case to look past that and revel in his performance.
It’s a pleasant surprise to be pleasantly surprised with a Hollywood “blockbuster”, but here I am, quite happy indeed, with Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Bad Words is a surprisingly good little film. It’s chock full of off-color humor, and I do mean off-color. Ok, filthy. The language is colorful like an acid rainbow.
I have decided that Wes Anderson is now on my list of favorite directors. I liken him to the Coen Brothers; even their bad films are better than most people’s good ones, though there’s nothing bad about this one.
By the time Corey Feldman writes, in chapter 14 of his memoir Coreyography, “He was the only person in my immediate circle who wasn’t molesting me,” he’s already dished enough tawdry shenanigans among the young Hollywood set, and those who exploited them, to gain your trust. He’s telling the truth and he’s not holding back. Eminently, incessantly readable – indeed, compulsively readable, and digestible in one sitting if you’ve got the stomach – Feldman’s memoir has enough drug abuse, child molestation, and general sleaze for a month of miniseries.
Enemy begins with Jake Gyllenhaal’s heavily bearded character entering a room where a group of men surround some sort of sex show. A scantily clad woman cries out in what could be either pleasure or pain. The camera pans across the faces of the men. Some seem fascinated, some seem uncomfortable, some, almost weary. Two women wearing sheer robes and high heels walk out. One woman places a Sterling silver serving tray on the floor and removes the cover to reveal a giant spider. The other goes to step on it with her high heel, and the camera cuts away. Then, things get weird…
Although it was released throughout much of the rest of the world mid-2013, and won’t be released in the US until April 4th, Time Warner Cable is currently offering – and promoting heavily – Steve Coogan’s Alan Partridge (re-named from Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa) on VOD, presumably to cash in on Philomena’s massive surprise sweep at the Oscars. Alan Partridge is nothing like Philomena.
It may not be non-stop awesome, but it’s non-stop popcorn fun.
There are things that surprised me about this new Robocop remake, and things that didn’t. Of course, the most surprising thing was that someone had actually decided to remake Robocop at all; ultimately, a film that least needed to be remade. How the Hell do you improve upon perfection, which is precisely what the original Verhoeven masterpiece of satire happens to be? Not surprisingly, you don’t.
This is a film I was looking forward to. My interest in art, a stellar cast, so much potential to be informative and fun; all these things piqued my interest and gave me hope. Alas, expectations can be a bitch.