Lima

A wonderfully positive film, so necessary in these crazy times. Bill Nighy is an incredible showman, but I wouldn’t buy his CD, he sings awful :)

If there's ever a poll for the most shameful remake of all time, LaBute's film will have a certain medal position. A truly dreadful slap in the face to all admirers of Hardy's iconic original. A film with no atmosphere, no suspense and stupidly chatty, with a few cheap scares and where the hell are the singing and dancing numbers, which were an essential element of Hardy’s original and gave it an unmistakable appeal??!! Moreover, the whole concept of La Bute's remake is bad and tramples on the essence of Hardy's work. La Bute turned the originally bigoted and fatherly constable into an action hero (played by Cage) with a gun in his hand and some kicks, plus a "Commando" parental motive. The original constable's fumbling, astonishment and faint suspicion is gone (Cage's policeman is a very determined man and has no doubt about the evil committed), as is the fundamental surprise of the twist (the burning is mentioned from the very beginning ??!!). The action bees and the same annoying flashback to the police officer's traumatic experience repeated several times (what a cliché!) are just icing on the cake. La Bute, I love your debut, but this is a piece of shit! PS: I almost fell out of my chair at Cage's kick to Leelee Sobieski's face, relieved laughter, comedy...

The first half is a series of more or less awkward and even more awkward jokes, where my rating oscillated around one star. Fortunately, the second half picked it up, the awkward humour disappeared and it became a quite pleasant, albeit a bit simple-minded moral on the theme "Family above all!" With the passage of time, the initially unlikeable Sandler has become a person who can believably play some deeper emotions. In the end, I would give it 3 stars, but I can't because of the first half. And in conclusion, I can only say with pleasure: "Hola hey, the cult lifeguard and general of shallow commerce, the reborn David Hasselhoff is here again!!!" :o) He clearly enjoyed his role as the boss after his film fast.

JESUS CHRIST!! Cameron what have you done! This film can be described with two words: unnatural and kitsch. Unnatural character behaviour, unnatural dialogues, unnatural situations. At times it was really unbearable and towards the end I was praying that this plastic kitsch would finish already. Orlando Bloom showed once again what a faceless actor he is, the whole time he looked like he wandered into the film purely by accident and if he doesn't enrich his acting register in the future with more than just the look of a shy guy, I'm afraid his acting career will soon go down the drain. On the other hand, there’s the charming Kirsten Dunst, whenever she appeared, she lit up the whole scene like the sun with her immediacy and charisma. It is only thanks to her and the fact that Crowe still has a great way with music (again, very pleasant, as is usual in his films) that Elizabethtown can be survived in one viewing, albeit in my case with a lot of persuasion. And I didn't expect it, but unfortunately I have to conclude: Elizabethtown is the first bad film from the creator of the wonderful Singles. We all stumble sometimes.

Every movie fan since Kill Bill knows that revenge tastes best served cold. Unfortunately, I got my mouth properly scalded by McGuigan. Initially, the story is promisingly paced, narratively enjoyable and witty, with no fucking around with machine guns, and with likeable characters. But about half an hour before the end it changes its face completely, the narrative lightness is gone and the overwrought resolution with tiresome explanatory flashbacks and a numerous body count comes into play, lacking insight and thus putting McGuigan's film among this year's unoriginal, long-worn by me uselessness of the type of Running Scared. I'm just bored of all these ultra-hyper-cool Tarantino clones! Ben Kingsley can only remember his Gandhi and Itzhak Stern with a tear in his eye, his acting is awful (especially noticeable in the dialogue scene between him and Freeman), some of the holes in logic of the plot are truly remarkable, and Josh Hartnett proves that he is just a mediocre actor and simply not up to serious roles.

Very funny and imaginatively directed in places, especially in the opening, when we are introduced to lobbyist Nick Naylor (the utterly brilliant Aaron Eckhart) as the "embodiment of cigarettes" in an irresistibly black and humourless sequence that approximates the number of victims of tobacco addiction. Guaranteed to amuse, too, are the apt observations about the now-fashionable curses on smoking in contemporary Hollywood ("These days, when someone smokes in the movies, they're either a psychopath... or a European."). Even at the very end, Reitman elegantly gets away with moralising that smoking may be "bad", but it is up to each of us to choose. But still, in the end, only 3 stars, albeit very strong. Despite a promising start in the opening 20 minutes, the film has too many deaf spots and unfinished scenes, which is a shame, because such a hot topic is ripe for a complete explosion of politically incorrect, sarcastic humour, of which there is woefully little. Still, the "Ghostbuster" can be proud of his son, I think there is a great talent growing here.

Hess, Himmler, Goebbels, Göring, Speer, Dönitz, Mengele, Eichmann, Schirach, Ribbentrop, Freisler, Bormann. A 12-episode documentary series about the worst bunch of the 20th century.

HITLER-BASHING. This six-part documentary series is undoubtedly the most comprehensive portrait of one infamous "disgraced painter". Watched several years ago on ČT2.

Accounts from the diary of the greatest quack in German history, accompanied by film footage from the time. Of particular interest are his emotional state in relation to women, his undisguised hatred of Himmler and his comments on German and Hollywood cinema. It's just a shame that there's virtually nothing of the mental motivations of the last weeks of his life (his decision to commit mass family suicide); that could have been the highlight of the entire 2-part documentary.

It's got some good ideas (the smart balls reacting to whistles amused me), visually it's not completely futile either (very nice sets at times), and Charlize, who could probably do with rainbow-coloured jeans, is a pretty sight to behold. But that's about all that's worth mentioning. The story is terribly stupid, the action is uninteresting and there is not a single moment in the whole film that you would be willing to watch again. The seemingly charismatic Marton Csokas clearly has a limited acting range, he's good at villains, but I don't trust him as a "good guy" at all, and why an actor like Frances McDormand wandered in for those few shots is really a mystery to me. So the truth is that so far all the movies with comic book action heroines are getting their asses kicked cinematically, artistically and commercially, Catwoman and Elektra can tell you about that.