I saw Ink yesterday. It as well done for a low budget independent film. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Before that I watched the 1974 release of Murder On the Orient Express. The accents were horrible. However, it's a classic and I loved Ingrid Bergman in it.
I watched some other movies meanwhile, mainly two Edgar Allen Poe flicks from 1914 and a Poe biopic from 2006; all of which were alright, I guess, but nothing noteworthy.
I'm here because of another movie. When I stumbled through Cinemageddon these days, I mistyped while using the search function and thus accidentally found a movie with the rather odd name Survive Style 5+ [sic!]. As experienced cineastes may have already guessed from the title, it's Japanese. Well, I have consumed enough Japanese products in my life to become very careful with them. However, the description was intriguing enough to let me download it anyway. I'm glad that I can trust my intuition so much because, as it turned out, Survive Style 5+ is one of the best movies I have ever seen in my life, definitely Top-10 worthy. You see, the reason why I write so much about me acquiring and watching and so little about the actual content of the movie is because Survive Style 5+ is really more of an experience. It's impossible to explain or describe it to someone who has not seen it. I cannot even describe any memorable scene because the whole movie consists of about two hours of memorable scenes. Well, I guess you could say that it is basically a black comedy with surreal elements, embedded into an episodic narrative, but that doesn't really do it justice. I'd probably call it an ode to absurdism or something. I could even show you a trailer or screencaps but it wouldn't really mean anything, nothing I can tell you could prepare you for Survive Style 5+.
You simply have to watch it for yourself.
Here is the original plot summary from Cinemageddon if you're interested:
Some things can't be explained, and SURVIVE STYLE 5+ is one of them. A candy-colored comedy from Japan, it stars British footballer, Vinnie Jones, and ICHI THE KILLER star, Tadanobu Asano, in a movie that assumes the shortest distance between two points is via the fifth dimension.
A salaryman wins tickets to the latest stage sensation: hypnosis show VIVA FRIENDS! In the middle of the act an assassin shows up and sticks a pin through the hypnotist's skull just when the salaryman has been turned into a bird. A gang of housebreakers roams the suburbs, dealing with their budding lust for one another. A man kills and buries his wife, only to have her claw her way out of her grave and go after him with missile arms and fire breath, over and over again. An advertising executive goes off the deep end and begins bringing her clients some of the funniest and most vulgar commercials ever seen on TV.
Somehow director Gen Sekiguchi pulls all these strands together into a movie that is thrillingly original. Jettisoning traditional movie tricks this flick aims for something more, and it gets there. The ending will leave your brain and your heart feeling freshly scrubbed, and you will be absolutely unable to explain any of it to anyone else. So bring everyone you know so they, too, can experience the one-of-a-kind adventure that is SURVIVE STYLE 5+. A movie where love means never having to kill your wife more than five or six times.
Oh, and the soundtrack is pretty cool too.
Meet the Dave (or something like that)
The Rocker
A so so movie but struck a chord from the band days back in the day.
I've heard it has been compared to Pulp Fiction? I'm interested; I'll watch it this evening and come back here with my thoughts.
Gattaca - one of my all time favorite movies.Memoirs of a Geisha: okay until about halfway, then the change made me fall out of the story.
Gattaca: about average
Tangled- better than I thought, watching live action makes me grow tired with dull and repetitive personalities, so this movie was uplifting having both decent characters and underlying motivations.
Apparently Mel Gibson stayed sober long enough to come out with a new movie, dubiously entitled The Beaver. He literally has his hand in a beaver the whole time - a hand puppet - to help him talk to his wife, played by Jodie Foster. Does anyone understand why this movie was made? Kindly note I have not seen this movie...yet. I'm looking for an excuse.
WWeek said:Though it sounds like a nickname Mel Gibson might give one of his girlfriends, The Beaver is director Jodie Foster’s attempt to grant her friend and star some redemption, or at least exorcism. Gibson plays Walter Black, a suicidally depressed toy executive who takes to speaking through a bucktoothed hand puppet with a Ray Winstone accent, but the movie is bleaker than the outrageous premise suggests: This isn’t a whimsical healing journey, but another form of breakdown. “Oh, c’mon, it’s a radio show,” complains Terry Gross when Walter visits her Fresh Air studio. “People can’t even see the puppet. So why talk through the puppet?” That question might well be posed to Gibson, who is begging forgiveness through a character far less despicable than himself. There is, in his blue eyes, a hint of the madman despairing and shamed by his own madness—but he’s always had a good face, and this may be a drunk’s practiced sympathy ploy. (The Beaver includes—of course it does—a scene of self-torture and mutilation.) But here I am playing armchair psychologist when there’s a whole movie ready to do just that. Or half a movie: The other, much better half features Anton Yelchin and Jennifer Lawrence as high-school sweethearts with their own, more intelligible grief to surface from. The younger actors are the more affecting, not just because they are wisely restrained, but also because they don’t have all that external baggage to carry.
"The Stoning of Soraya M."
After a true event. About man's inhumanity to women.
If you do da, I'm open to comments and commenting on it.Been wanting to see it.
This movie is bad. The acting... eh, passable. I guess. It's hard to tell given the ghastly characters the actors were given to animate. The main character is the only one who can be called 3 dimensional, and that's only because his id hangs out in the backseat filling us in. Cheaters.
The main character is the only one with half a brain. The writer lets you know repeatedly that he's exceptionally brilliant. The usual cat-and-mouse that is the fun part of a murder mystery is completely absent. The detective has no amazing insights. She has a hunch. Yes, that's the brilliant sleuthing with which the writer has decided will entertain us. The only thing we know about the detective is that she's going through an idiotic divorce, where we're supposed to feel sorry for her for having to give up 1/60th of her networth. That's it. Oh. And there's a vapid "revelation" at the end about her life's motivations.
Death is never realistic. None of the victims are made to be remotely sympathetic or even human except in the sense of being human-shaped. They're just plot points. The only exceptions are a couple of people we've met just long enough to establish them as Scummy Enough To Kill.
Worst of all, he has no idea of the horror that is murder. Clearly to this writer it's an abstract idea that moves the plot along and provides some gore with which to wash it down. If you're going to do gore, go over the top and make it cartoonish, a la Sin City or any Tarantino. Then we can enjoy it. Mr. Brooks, however fails as a cartoon, and fails as a horror film. That just leaves us with thriller, and this amount of context-less blood is out of place. Chandler described Hammet as "having taken murder out of the drawing room and dumped it in the alley where it belonged". If this movie is any indication, significant backsliding has taken place.
I just saw Pi for the first time, after a blunt.
Oh dear. I am old.I've been into Pirate movies ever since I was little.. I can't wait for the Pirates 4 movie. Going to watch all 3 movies right before I watch that one.
Stalker - A great spiritual allegory