Othello

A film where I stopped equating "digital camera" with "evil". Mann is great with it. On the other hand, I really didn't like the fact that people were dusting themselves off after being hit by a bullet instead of politely bleeding.

The comic theme of trying to popularize the shitty image of the Hong Kong police through the media is riddled with myriads of ammo. Action alternates with more action, things go bang here and there, completely calm criminals dine with their hostages, and I'm left wondering from the opening few minutes why I so rarely see something so directorially assured yet charmingly dynamic and explosive. It's badass.

"She was attractive in the way that other women would have said of her: ‘Well, she is attractive in an obvious way.’ Interestingly, a lot of the women who say that about other women tend to have hidden their own attraction so well ... that you do feel like throwing them a bread roll." This guy is a god.

The tanned lads would also love their The Baader Meinhof Complex, Bloody Sunday, Fifty Dead Men Walking, or Mesrine but it's that sense of detail and information dispensing that they lack. Judging by Wolf, I'd guess the ETA to be some bunch of dudes who have two hours of awfully big talk but can't do much more than shoot two cops and an equal number of their own members. The only major terrorist move (killing the PM) is shown to us only as an aftermath on the evening news. Plus, somehow I don't buy the incredibly fascist cops the film shows us, nor the motivations of the characters (again). The unappealing main character doesn't help either. However, I was still very much on the fence about whether the film would get four or three stars because a) I like urban guerrilla themes and b) the film handle some of the gunfights well (especially the one on the street), which are very nicely and dynamically shot and make you sit back in your chair after half an hour of doubt and feel like you're not watching a B-movie. And what I would never admit... Spanish filmmaking doesn't really move me.

I can't remember the last time I hated myself so much for my review. But what to do with a film whose raw portrayal of the relationship between a young up-and-coming Indo-American man and a six-foot-tall sack of hash brings tears to your eyes over the fact that there are bigger idiots in the world than you. If the movie had an hour more, I'd go for five stars, because by then nothing matters anyway.

It must be excruciating to film a year-long story from the disjointed, ever-changing Harry Potter universe, no matter what the filmmakers prattle on about in the BluRay bonus features. Cuarón has thus proven himself a messiah, whose ability to maintain a unified storyline and focus on the details, particularly in individual scenes whose careful selection is the only saving grace keeping the entire adaptation from disintegrating into a series of clumsily pasted together visual sequences. It can be seen that script editing and pre-production played a significant role here. The individual episodes, then, not only make sense to readers of the book, who, in short, want to at least see some of the things they read, but are capable of assembly into a coherent story on their own. Each scene therefore has purpose and moves the plot forward. It was thanks to this meticulous preparation that it was even possible to focus particularly on the filmmaking aspects, and that's why the third installment of all the Potter films has the most interesting cinematography, mise-en-scene, and various small quirks and elements in the second and subsequent layers.

A perfect notch in the movie set list for the US Patriot Corps or the White Aryan Resistance. However, I can finally say with my fourth Almodovar film that my dislike of his work is not just subjectively due to his choice of themes that keep repeating themselves and don't really interest me. He's also a pretty incompetent director, you know? For example, his editing skills are equivalent to my elementary school crochet works in home ec classes, so you can see that he wants badly to get at least a C, but you can't light it, it's dead wood. And the camera again keeps trying. Here, for example, he conjures up an impressive shot with mise-en-scene and leaves it in front of everyone's eyes long enough for them to realize how much the cameraman was messing with it. But narratively, it's meaningless. It's like a fishbowl without the fish. And that good script? Like where Satan comes in ex machina at the end and Clarissa explains it to us in 20 minutes of dialogue? Have you seen Rambo lately?

There you go again, obediently cursing yourself for wanting to yawn. Granted, the second installment of Ocean’s has a really megalame script, Cassel and Willis really didn't need to be here, Brad Pitt is obviously always getting dragged into a scene from some bender, and so forth. But since I personally like to style myself as the director when watching a movie, I quite enjoyed the selfish banter with buddies. Weaker than the first one, but still fun in the best Hollywood way.

I gagged on my own blood. But I'm afraid there was nothing else that could be done with Webber's script (Andrew Lloyd himself is thrilled with the film). The Pilcher-esque script, the awful, pathetic music, and those lyrics, for goodness sake. An ordeal comparable to watching a two and a half hour concert of Nightwish, Within Temptation, or a similar haunted castle where the actors have to change their clothes every ten minutes. Knowing that the film is faithful to the original musical and was worked on directly with Webber, I vow to keep a respectful distance from this world.

A terrible bullshit film that's all about nothing, and aside from a lot of absurdities culminating in a Thai prison and a bunch of awkwardness, it also has some good jokes, the brilliant Hugh Grant, and a likeable Bridget. btw I really don't get the odes to Colin Firth, wherever the guy appears he has the same dry aristocratic expression and as far as I counted, only twice in this film does he manage to scrunch his face into a fake smile and that in itself is calling to heaven. Definitely a good candidate for the next installment of The Terminator.