Oh, how I have waited for this day… much like how I await
the day I get castrated. Today is the day that I look at a film that has been
disowned by its director. Not that this is anything new in Hollywood; google
the name “Alan Smithee” and you’ll get an idea of how prevalent this is.
However, what makes me so hesitant to look at this is for two big reasons: One
of them being that disowning a project usually happens as a result of excessive
interference/displeasure with said project, meaning that the end result more
likely than not is going to suck. The other reason is that the disgruntled
filmmaker in question today is David O. Russell, recent Oscar idol and a man
who I wholeheartedly trust to deliver emotionally resonant, if sometimes
incoherent, cinema. The man has a knack for delivering amazing work from rather
unorthodox subject matter when left to his own devices. In other words, he’s
pretty much one of the last people that should be brought under the fire of
studio interference.
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Saturday, 14 November 2015
Accidental Love (2015) - Movie Review
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Tuesday, 17 March 2015
Unfinished Business (2015) - Movie Review
I’ve seen my fair share of vacant cinemas before; back when I first started this compulsion, and had a lot more time on my hands, I’d be watching films whenever I could… even when other people weren’t. This would usually mean that I’d get maybe a couple of others in the cinema with me on occasion. This time, however, was a first: I was literally the only person in that theatre. Now, normally this would be ideal, because it means that if the film is particularly rancid than I could just do my own RiffTrax to keep my sanity in check… what little of it there is left. Unfortunately, this tactic doesn’t work so well when you’re going to see a comedy, the only steadfastly riff-proof genre out there (not even World War II documentaries fall into this category). Take this into consideration along with the fact that today’s film is starring the still-present Vince Vaughn for reasons that entirely escape me, and the bar for this is already set pretty low. Time to see if this can spring past it or somehow dig itself even deeper.
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Saturday, 1 November 2014
The Best Of Me (2014) - Movie Review
Everyone has different ways of celebrating Halloween: Some go trick-or-treating even past the intended age range for the activity, some set up elaborate pranks to scare the crap out of their friends (and hopefully get some views on YouTube) and some stay in to watch horror movies. I, on the other hand, went out to see my movie, but it was something that even the grisliest of horror films wouldn’t be able to compare with: A Nicholas Sparks movie adaptation.
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