Pan's Labyrinth is a spanish speaking movie based during the Franco Dictatorship which was basically a depressing time of suppression under the catholic church and government. It's based after the spanish civil war when the Franco Government were hunting and killing the rebels, so if you plan to see it, you won't get lost in the story line.
My favorite thing about this movie is how you can't tell wether the fantasy scenes were really happening or just from her mind.
This movie, from the same guy that did Hellboy, is centered on a little girl and her fantasy land she uses to escape her reality, which is living through war in a home where her new "dad" is an evil captain that doesn't like her.
IF you plan to see this movie, don't take younger children because it "it aint all rainbows and sunshine." There are beautiful fantasy lands and characters with some fantasy story lines, but that kinda gets balanced out with the realistic scenes of brutality and gore. But other than that, this movie is fantastic and i recommened anyone who doesn't mind reading subtitles to go see it immediatley.
Zodiac is a long movie, about a serial killer in the San Franscico area during the 1970's.
Basically, I felt the movie was good. Unlike most movies based on a true story, i would know what the real story is before I watch the movie, but for Zodiac, i didn't. All I knew was that it's still an open case. But the movie still didn't dissapoint.
It leads the viewer down a long road with many dead ends and when you think they get a great lead to whom the killer may be. . . nope, now here's another story line.
But this works for the movie, throughout the 2 and a half hours it keeps you on the edge of your seat with some awesome performances by jake Gylenhal and Mark Ruffulo, i know the spelling is off but you should know who they are.
The movie is more of a detective story than a serial killer movie because i felt that there weren't enough murder scenes, but the movie makes up for this because the murder scenes were very brutal and looked very real.
I probably won't buy this movie but If i get the chance to see it again for free, i would. I recommened anyone who knows anything about movies to see this movie. Although it may be a frustrating movie to watch, it has many tense moments which makes this movie well worth the 8 bucks.
Chris Rock thinks he loves his wife. To top that, he also has the delusion that he has what it takes to make his fans love him for more than just being a comedian. He is under the impression that he is also a good writer and director Ã¢â‚¬â€œ a thought that has him headed for disaster.
That potential disaster is a little film called I Think I Love My Wife, which coincidentally was written, directed and stars the iconic comedian as a bored married man who is no longer intimately acquainted with his wife and it is starting to get to him. Rock plays Richard Cooper, a successful financial broker with a wife (Gina Torres), two lovely children and all the problems that every married man is faced with Ã¢â‚¬â€œ a monotonous routine and worst of all, no sex. The no sex part is something that Richard was learning to deal with, that is until the day that Nikki (Kerry Washington) popped into his life.
The old flame of a close friend, Nikki comes to Richard with the need for a job reference and the penchant for being a home wrecker. She is outgoing, uninhibited and sexy from head to toe. And on top of that she begins to show some interest in Richard, something that is the ultimate fantasy of any bored married man. NikkiÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s only problem is that she is a bit over-the-top with her desire for Richard, to the point where you begin to remember that she is a fictional character Ã¢â‚¬â€œ because we all know that in real life, hot young women are just not that into stale husband-types.
This over-the-top characterization, in conjunction with Chris RockÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s exceedingly energetic brand of comedy creates a movie that plays out more like campy sitcom than a silver screen comedy. That makes sense seeing as the two guys who wrote it, Chris Rock and Louis C.K. are both knee deep in their own popular television sitcoms. And as if that wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t bad enough, the film goes through a bit of an identity crisis. It is easy to see that the minds behind this film wanted to make a more serious satire about the woes of marriage and the temptations of fate. But instead they get scared that maybe their audience wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t buy that, causing them to reach for laughs instead of writing an intelligent flick.
The film does get some laughs however, thanks to its leading man Chris RockÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s natural ability to be funny no matter what the situation. Steve Buscemi also lends a hand in the comedy department as RichardÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s philandering business partner. Sadly though, a few laughs here and there arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t enough to make this a good choice on any level. Chris Rock is funny, yes. And I will buy every comedy CD he ever puts out. But thanks to I Think I Love My Wife, the next time I see his name next to the words Ã¢â‚¬Å“Written and Directed byÃ¢â‚¬Â, I may just look for something else.
Initially going in to see this movie I was expecting something completely different. Rather than the stereotypical horror movie, "The Number 23" was more of a build up suspense film, leaving you anxious and troubled in your seat waiting to uncover the truth behind this book. In the movie the main character Jim Carrey had become so obsessed with the book also called "The Number 23", that throughout the course of the story he had become so convinced that it was based off his life due to the fact of the resemblences between him and the main character in the story known as Fingerling. Not only was he discovering the similarities between him and the character but he was discovering that the root of all this madness was the number 23. That's what put the extra twist to the movie. But I have to say that I found my self very confused and lost throughout the movie until the end when everything was unveiled. I wasn't very happy with the end, and I don't want to spoil it for those who have not seen it yet, but let's just say it was one of those endings that didn't fit the movie. And the worst part is that we never figured out the significance or the meaning of this number 23! Why 23, as the number of his obsession? What did it mean? That was really frusterating not to have those questions answered. But all and all it was an okay movie and it was nice to see Jim Carrey stray away from his usual comedic and silly acts and see him play a more serious role.
Another movie from Nicolas Cage. Unlike his other movies this is a little different or I rather say not to the mark. Cage acting is good but the movie don't have that many action as expected from an action movie. The thing that got my attention was the burning skeleton head. What were they thinking.... Over all it is an average movie. For Nicolas cage fans it might be a treat for rest of us ,Its just a movie.
If you have nothing else to do , sure go ahead and watch this movie.
Borat came to the U.S. and A to make a movie-film. He wanted to learn about the Ã¢â‚¬Å“greatest country in the worldÃ¢â‚¬Â and make a documentary to benefit his homeland of Kazakhstan. The result? To say the least Ã¢â‚¬â€œ a film that shows off how not so great America is; and a man, Sacha Baron Cohen, who has quite possibly exposed himself as the funniest man on the planet.
As the sex-crazed, Jew hating, tactless Borat, British comedian Baron Cohen lights up the silver screen with hijynx, and stuns his audience with painful amounts of laughter. The film is an outward gesture of gratuitous irreverence, following Borat as he travels through America, meeting with some of the most unbelievable characters that our country has to offer. From the edgy New Yorkers who threaten to kick his ass on the subway to the anti-homosexual, gun toting Bush-ite Rodeo manager who advises him to shave his mustache to make him look less like a terrorist to the Right wing Evangelists that try and save his soul and introduce him to Jesus Ã¢â‚¬â€œ it is America that seemingly becomes the butt end of each joke. The film, on some higher level of genius on the part of Cohen, exposes some of the Ã¢â‚¬Å“lowsÃ¢â‚¬Â of American culture Ã¢â‚¬â€œ a tragic but hilarious sight to be seen.
Another hilarious sight comes at the expense of the lead man himself, and his antics that keep the audience laughing from bell to bell. To be honest, I have not laughed this hard at a film in a long, long time. From his mannerisms to the audacity that he has for showing some skin, Cohen makes every single minute of this film funny. And just like any other comedy, there are moments where the humor must take a back seat to plot development, but not for long in this case. It seems as if every 2 minutes Borat is finding some way to get himself into some predicament that leaves the audience laughing so hard that they are on the verge of having an accident.
But what makes Borat so special is not just CohenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s uninhibited way, but how well the film works on a whole. Just as Cohen has paraded around from interview to interview never breaking character for a moment, the film does the same. From minute one it looks like a Kazakhstani documentary, and it never breaks its stride even for a moment. The production values can sometimes be inconsistent, making it easy to tell which scenes were stages and which were Ã¢â‚¬Å“on the flyÃ¢â‚¬Â, but that doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take away from the filmÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ability to be absolutely hilarious.
And it is that factor, in the end, that is the overriding truth of BoratÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s movie-film: it is 110%, indisputably hilarious. You have to be able to handle some gratuitous male nudity, some anti-Semetic jokes and of course Ã¢â‚¬â€œ lots of painfully true forms of Americana, but in the end you will laugh your ass off. While Borat himself may be a bit ignorant to the ways of America, his creator and the man behind the mustache is a genius when it comes to making America laugh.
By: Neil Miller
Oh my God! The world is going to end December 23, 2012. (20+12=32 backwars its 23). Anyways before the worlds end I saw the new Jim Carrey thriller, in which he plays a man named Walter who obesses over the number 23. I personally think its just a number, like 13, boy wait until The Number 13, (if hasnt already been released.) This movie, follows the animal control officer, who is called to catch a dog called Ned, (he thinks its stands for Nasty Evil Dog). His wife buys him a book called "The Number 23" and he becomes obessed with the subject, and sees a scientist dude who tells him about the number, and it's connection to the devil, and this man is suspected of sleeping with his wife. Okay, anyways the movie wasn't that bad, could have been better, was entertaining and better then The Grudge 2 and The Messengers.
Director David Fincher has delivered some of the more intensely dramatic movies of the last 10 years. Se7en, The Game, Fight Club and Panic Room all come to mind. This fact alone would be enough to lead us to believe that his latest serial flick, like Se7en before it, would be a rollercoaster of twists and turns leading up to a shocker of an ending. It turns out that Zodiac, based on the real life killer that plagued San Francisco in the 1970s, is anything but a shocker. In fact, we already know how it is going to end, but that doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mean that we wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want to watch it anyway.
Zodiac stars Jake Gyllenhaal (Brokeback Mountain) as Robert Graysmith, the San Francisco Chronicle cartoonist who would eventually go on to write a few best selling books about the infamous Zodiac killer. The story follows GraysmithÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s journey from looking over the shoulder of crime beat reporter Paul Avery (Robert Downey Jr.) to working with Inspector David Toschi (Mark Ruffalo) years later as he worked to uncover the true identity of elusive Zodiac. The elusiveness of the Zodiac was only heightened by the fact that he would taunt the public of the Bay area by writing letters to the papers or calling into television talk shows to profess his love for murder. The spectacle was enough to put the entire city of San Francisco into a state of terror for over a decade, its denizens cautiously awaiting the next sign of the Zodiac, or worse yet, the dead body.
It seems odd to make a film about a real life serial killer whose case is still open and to this day remains unsolved, but David Fincher pulls it off as only he can. The tension of the film continues to build from one letter to the next, one murder to the next, and while we know it doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t lead to anything we are intrigued nonetheless. FincherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s style is also unmistakable in the film. Visually he uses long, slow pans over the city and some cool camera angles (birds-eye view in some spots) to give the film a constantly fresh feel, helping to dilute the fact that the flick is almost 3 hours long. Also complimentary is the score, which has a funky, light beat that gives the film a much needed rhythm. These things are signs of FincherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s immaculate attention to detail, a trait that sets him apart from your average director.
Another sign of his attention to detail and ultimately another reason why the film succeeds is some superb casting. Robert Downey Jr. steals much of the film despite the fact that his character fades away toward the end. He is as erratic as ever, displaying a sharp wit that gives the audience something more than just Jake GyllenhaalÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s boyish good looks. Gyllenhaal, an actor of whom I am not normally a fan, plays the naÃƒÂ¯ve Robert Graysmith quite well. Graysmith was the boy scout to AveryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s spastic attention whore, and Gyllenhaal nails it with a sense of innocence that seems natural even though it is at times a bit of an annoyance. The rest of the cast falls into place very well, including Mark Ruffalo and Anthony Edwards, who have great on screen chemistry as the pair of inspectors tasked out to find the Zodiac.
Ultimately my only problem with a film like this is a two-fold affair. On one side, the film is painfully long at 2 hours and 40 minutes. If you have an self diagnosed case of ADD like myself you will find your eyes burning and your mind wandering as the film wears on. But despite the length of his film, Fincher pieces together a story that does not loiter, it just has a lot to say. Sadly based on much of the story, this film could have been longer. Heaven forbid they ever come out with a DirectorÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Cut a la Oliver StoneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Alexander.
The other inherent problem I found with Zodiac is that it is hard to get behind a film which you know has no real ending. We know that they are not going to catch the killer, we know that the case is still a mystery today and yet we are somehow interested in it anyway. Could it be that we are so enamored with real life serial killers, or is it that we just want to freak ourselves out that the real Zodiac may still be out there? No matter what your reason, I would recommend giving this one a look. Just donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t plan on being home early.
By: Neil Miller
LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s play a game called Ã¢â‚¬Å“Which one of these doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t belong?Ã¢â‚¬Â I will give you the names of 4 Hollywood actors and you tell me which one doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fit with the others. John Travolta, Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence and William H. Macy. If you said Martin Lawrence, then you may be a racist. If you said William H. Macy, then you are still wrong. The answer is all of them. They all donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t belong, especially when it come to making a movie about middle aged men dealing with their mid-life crisisÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ by heading off on a cross country motorcycle trip. In fact, prior to making this middle-aged man on bike-a-thon, these four actors had never even met. What they found in their newly acquired kinship may be a movie so laugh out loud funny that it will surprise you; at least, I know it surprised me.
Up to their handle bars in their unfulfilled and clichÃƒÂ©d lives, these Wild Hogs decide that it is time to take to the open road where only freedom (and plenty of trouble) lie ahead of them. Doug (Tim Allen) is a dentist whose son has no respect for him because he is Ã¢â‚¬Å“lameÃ¢â‚¬Â; Bobby (Martin Lawrence) is the classic house husband, bossed around by his wife and ignored by his deviant children; Woody (John Travolta) is a washed up talent agent whose supermodel wife left him to be bankrupt and alone with his Harley; and Dudley (William H. Macy) is a computer programmer whose dating skill set is on par with that of a brick wall.
The four take on the open road, mostly seen riding through the open spaces of the American Midwest, which is aptly filmed by Director Walt Becker (Van Wilder) and Cinematographer Robbie Greenberg (The Santa Clause 3) and supported by a soundtrack mixed with riding music from the 70s (FoghatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Ã¢â‚¬Å“Slow RideÃ¢â‚¬Â) and the 80s (AC/DCÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Ã¢â‚¬Å“Highway to HellÃ¢â‚¬Â). It is much of what you would expect from a movie where 50% of the 99 minute run time is watching four guys ride their hogs on a lonely highway.
What you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t expect is the infectious brand of comedy that this foursome delivers Ã¢â‚¬â€œ with the help of some interesting characters of the open road, of course. Among those interesting characters is a brief encounter with a nefariously gay highway patrolman, played by the constantly scene stealing John C. McGinley (Office Space). Also among those interesting characters is Jack (Ray Liotta), a hardcore biker and the leader of a gang called the Del Fuegos. After a quick run-in with the Del Fuegos that results in the blowing up of their biker bar, the Ã¢â‚¬Å“HogsÃ¢â‚¬Â find themselves no longer on their way to the free, open roads and more or less on the run.
Of course they seek to find a way out of their mess, bond together and break free of their mundane existences to prove that they are still young at heart. But you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care about that, nor will you care about it when you see this movie (and hint, hint: you should see this movie). What you will care about is the fact that this predictably sappy plot yields some surprisingly ruckus comedic moments, all at the hands of its four bikesmen. Travolta is a bit zany, Allen is oblivious, Lawrence is full of attitude and William H. Macy is just unnecessarily geeky. Yet when you combine them all, you pretty much end up laughing your ass off. And you will, in fact, laugh your ass off. And youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be glad that the folks who made this one didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t play that old game of Ã¢â‚¬Å“Which one doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t belong?Ã¢â‚¬Â
By: Neil Miller
The Last time Jim Carrey and Joel Shumacher teamed up to make a movie, we got Batman Forever Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the film that began the downward spiral of an entire franchise. That is, until the franchise was later reinvented by Christopher Nolan. The last time Jim Carrey ventured away from his trademarked brand of comedy, we saw brilliance in Michel GondryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. So what would happen when Shumacher and Carrey team up again, this time to make a drama about a manÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s plunge into obsession and paranoia. Well, you get a film that is more on the Eternal Sunshine side of the spectrum, at least momentarily.
The film starts out as the harmless tale of Walter Sparrow (Jim Carrey), an arid middle aged family man whose greatest source of adventure is tracking down animals as a member of the local pest control office. Happily married with a wife (Virginia Madsen) and a son (Logan Lerman), Walter has as little reason for stress as he does adventure. That is, until one night when he comes across a book titled The Number 23. The book tells the story of Fingerling (also played by Carrey), a rogue detective whose world is turned upside down by the coincidental nature of the number 23, a nature that has brought murder and suicide to anyone it plagues. As Walter reads the book, he realizes that he and Fingerling are not unlike each other, but are eerily similar in many ways. He begins to draw parallels between what should seem like a fictional world and his own reality, sliding him deep into a state of paranoia.
That state of paranoia is what drives the film to a level of creepy that will make your skin crawl. A well cast Jim Carrey takes his character from homely to homicidal in mere moments as WalterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s world begins to corrode at the hands of a number. CarreyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s usual brand of theatrics are missing as he honkers down and aptly shows us a character whose thoughts are twisted and who is losing his grip on reality. Virginia Madsen plays his wife, who goes almost blindly along with the paranoia as Walter begins to think that the murders happening in the book may have happened in real life.
As it turns out, the murders did happen in real life, just not quite as Walter would initially figure. The whole thing is just one big twist and turn away from being an utter shock-fest. The only problem is that the film never takes that last step and The Number 23 falls victim to the fact that it must explain its own twisted logic. Joel Shumacher, showing us what he does best and then showing us why we hate half of his movies, shows no restraint in the story telling, allowing the film to drone on about how the number 23 is a mark of evil and that its coincidental nature will drive someone to murder.
In the end, we get a film that draws us in for the first 80 minutes only to let us down in the last 15. We are sucked into a terrifying and intense story then we are given an ending that just doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fit. Think about the most suspenseful flick you have ever seen, and then picture it with a docile, chipper ending. That is what you get if you see The Number 23. Had the director pushed the razor sharp edge of the film all the way to the end, we would be interested. Unfortunately for us, he didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t. My recommendation Ã¢â‚¬â€œ go see this one in theaters, just leave with 15 minutes to go.
By: Neil Miller