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With the scarred four-eyed wizard gone from the box-office, and those glimmering blood suckers soon to be on their way out, teens need a new franchise to spend their parents' money on. Part science fiction, part young romance, and all parts adventure, The Hunger Games is that new franchise.
First came a clown fish without a sense of humour searching for his lost son. Second, a trash compactor with a personality looking for love.
Lynne Ramsey's We Need to Talk about Kevin puts me in a difficult position. On one hand, the film is a brilliantly staged masterpiece, featuring some of the year's most daring performances. Without a doubt, it is a searing and powerful work of art. On the other hand, I could never bring myself to sit through it ever again.
The 2012 Oscars: An Exercise in Apathy
Posted by: Elizabeth Hughes Belzil • February 29, 2012 @ 7:31pm
Do you care about the Oscars? I know I sure don't. It's not because I don't care about movies -- a matter of fact, I care a great deal -- or because I believe that taste is wholly subjective and ranking favorites absurd.
It's official: February 29 (aka Leap Day) has been claimed Geek Day.
Meek and soft spoken, Albert Nobbs goes through life with her eyes always averted, never challenging others. And no, 'her' was not a typo. Albert Nobbs is unquestionably a woman. Set in Dublin in the late 1800s, the film follows Nobbs (Glenn Close), a lonely houseman, working (and living) in the upscale Morrison Hotel.
The Liam Neeson we've all come to know after his Oscar-nominated turn as Oskar Schindler is gone, perhaps for good. In his place, we find a grizzled wannabe action star playing a lifeless character. No, this isn't a review of Taken. This is a review of The Grey, a cold as ice (tee hee hee) action drama from Narc director Joe Carnahan.
With the release of the very watchable The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, the gender reversal action mystery genre has officially arrived. Historically, it is the Detective or Cowboy (male, obviously) who are tasked to ride like hell through the night in hopes of saving their beloved Best Gal from the clutches of some villainous maniac. We've all seen that movie.
One morning during a school yard disagreement, a kid named Zachary hits a kid named Ethan in the face with a stick, cutting his lip and breaking two of his teeth ("...and causing nerve damage to the right incisor," his Mother will curtly point out).
As Freud said, "...it's really all about sex."
What could have been a fascinating study of two of the most brilliant and troubled men in the history of medical science devolves into a very well-made but rather frigid melodrama, an unlikely choice for director David Cronenberg.
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