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Don’t worry, the post can’t focus on any loud Pacino overacting moments, because they’re not exactly minimalist. I do appreciate the intensity that he brings to the table nonetheless. As it is, Heat remains the finest Pacino/de Niro pairing of all time. The Irishman doesn’t quite do it, and Righteous Kill? Well, I haven’t forced myself to watch it yet, but from what I’ve heard, it’s not exactly a classic.
Continue reading “Minimalist Moments: Heat”Have you talked to him? The driver said.
No.
He don’t know what happened?
No. Let’s go.
Continue reading “No Country For Old Men and the Fear of the Unknown”It’s been a decent while since I’ve watched a children’s film at the cinema. Maybe you’d normally expect huge crowds of noisy, unsettled kids running around all over the place. Probably some loyal parents knowing they’ll be attending an illogical snorefest and will decide to discreetly catch some Zs while their kids enjoy the chaos onscreen. That certainly never happened when my brothers and I watched Pokémon and Digimon movies back in ye olden days at the Vue cinema in Reading*cough*. But this is my local Cineworld we’re talking about here, and I still only counted around 20 people filling a massive theatre. Kids were well behaved, and I didn’t spy any sleeping mamas or papas.
Continue reading “Review: Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile”It’s a very rare film that can make me laugh out loud in a cinema. Those who know me know I’m not a big one for expressing myself with *Brick voice* LOUD NOISES *End Brick voice* as it is, so a film that can achieve this feat has got to have something special. What kind of special ingredient would this be, you ask? Slapstick, of course. Good old fashioned, silly, illogical slapstick.
Continue reading “Minimalist Moments: Anchorman 2”It’s 1930s America, and as Amsterdam’s opening text enlightens us, most of the events we’re about to see are true. Well, that’s a better indicator of historical accuracy than director David O’Russell 1970s-set American Hustle, which only admitted to some of its content being legit. Either way, historical accuracy is used similarly in both films as a precursor to outline their screwball plots. It frames the story, but only as a necessary background.
Continue reading “Review: Amsterdam”