I think he’ll be to Rome
As is the osprey to the fish,
Who takes it
By sovereignty of nature.
— Aufidius
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..I remember finding Coriolanus to be ceaselessly dull and plodding when I last read it in university, but upon reflection that may have been the fault of the professor. I shall dig it out and go through it again in anticipation of this, which looks great!
And it was great. There is some heavy speech making, which I was struggling to follow at times (reading the play beforehand would have been a big help I think) but the fighting is brutal, the transfer to a modern setting is cleverly handled, the politics are relevant, the central relationship between mother and son is creepy, and the climax is…well, Shakespearean.
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Good Robots Fight Bad Robots…Okay
Steve Sailer’s movie reviews are regularly better than the movie he is reviewing.
Look, if you were ever a six-year-old boy, you would understand that the good robots fight the bad robots because the good robots are good.
Makes perfect sense.
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What would I do without the internet. Was trying to remember the name of this film for ages.
“Shine is a 1996 Australian film based on the life of pianist David Helfgott, who suffered a mental breakdown and spent years in institutions. It stars Geoffrey Rush, Lynn Redgrave, Armin Mueller-Stahl, Noah Taylor, John Gielgud, Googie Withers, Justin Braine, Sonia Todd, Nicholas Bell, Chris Haywood and Alex Rafalowicz. The screenplay was written by Jan Sardi, and Scott Hicks directed the film. The degree to which the film’s plot reflects the true story of Helfgott’s life is disputed. The film made its US première at the Sundance Film Festival. Geoffrey Rush was awarded the Academy Award for Best Actor in 1996 for his performance in the lead role.”
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Great movie.
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The Day the Movies Died
Then came Top Gun. The man calling the shots may have been Tony Scott, but the film’s real auteurs were producers Don Simpson and Jerry Bruckheimer, two men who pioneered the “high-concept” blockbuster—films for which the trailer or even the tagline told the story instantly. At their most basic, their movies weren’t movies; they were pure product—stitched-together amalgams of amphetamine action beats, star casting, music videos, and a diamond-hard laminate of technological adrenaline all designed to distract you from their lack of internal coherence, narrative credibility, or recognizable human qualities. They were rails of celluloid cocaine with only one goal: the transient heightening of sensation.
(via the-feature)
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Catfish
Caught this documentary at the weekend, double billing with (the slightly disappointing) The Social Network at The Cameo.
Going in, I hadn’t heard of the film, and didn’t have a clue of what it was about. Which was lucky really. If I knew what it was about beforehand, I probably wouldn’t have stayed to watch.
Basically, it’s a film about lies, about public identity, about the modern trend to conduct our lives in public view. The outline of the story is thus (spoilers!):
Young, New York based photographer Nev lives with filmmakers (his brother) Ariel and Henry. One day, he receives a painting of one of his photographs by an eight-year-old Michigan girl called Abby. He becomes Facebook friends with Abby’s family, including her mother and Abby’s attractive older sister Megan. However, this turns out to be bullshit. The mother Angela has created a new life on Facebook, weaving reality and fantasy, playing the part of all the characters. The filmmakers travel to Michigan, make friends with the family before finally confronting Angela, who (partially) cops to the lies.
It sounds lurid and exploitative and all the things I hate about ‘reality’ tv. And there are horribly cringeworthy moments. I mean, if some of my drunken text messages got made public I’d have to go into hiding. But the film really was not as distasteful as it sounds. The filmmakers all seem genuine, or at least not complete dicks. And they are very sympathetic to Angela. Angela’s trusting husband Vince steals the show though. And his anecdote about catfish and eels gives the film its name.
There were a number of moments where my credulity was tested and there have been a few suggestions that it is all a hoax. Thing is, if it is just fiction, then it is fucking genius.
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Watching this right now. Early 90s, cyberpunk, noir action flick with Brion James and Thomas Jane’s arse.
How the feck did I miss this.
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