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No Country For Old Men

No Country For Old Men

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

I’m not sure I got as much out of this as some, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more gripped from start to finish than I was during pretty much any given movie of the past year (okay, maybe 30 Days just pips it). The chase here is extraordinarily visceral, delivering bucketloads of the kind of jumpy shock most movies can lay claim to just a handful of with just about every gunshot and jolt having an impact. I hope that if this movie does get the Oscar nominations everyone’s buzzing about, it’s included in the sound categories too.

I guess I’ve got to be honest and say if there’s a reason I’m left a little empty by the movie, it’s ‘cos it lacks two things which, it you look at my faves, are kind of important to me: heart and music. So it’s not the movie’s fault at all as these two absences are highly deliberate. But it’s very rare a movie without one or both those things can do a thing for me – whereas this one did plenty – so don’t be discouraged by my 4-star rating. Though this movie comes close to that box of movies last year that were technically perfect but delivered nothing “beyond” for me, it never quite gets in.

Javier Bardem is one of the creepiest killers ever to walk the screen and his modus operandi is truly the stuff of nightmares (it’s when you see him open doors with it that makes it even worse). There’s plenty here to bring me back for a second viewing, when I’m sure it might grow on me just as Fargo (which I didn’t get at all on the first view) did. Right now, I do think calling it the Coens’ “best ever!” is a bit of a stretch – I mean, come on, they had about a decade long string of instant modern classics up to Fargo – but it is eons above Ladykillers and Intolerable Cruelty.



American Gangster

American Gangster

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

This really fell for me into the same place as 3:10 to Yuma. Combine 3:10 with Zodiac, in fact, and you get almost exactly how this one made me feel. It’s perfectly well put together, but it’s procedural to the point of distraction and completely, unnecessarily, overlong.

Denzel Washington and Russell Crowe are mostly fine, but at times they allow the most annoying aspects of their respective personas to slip in in the most annoying ways imaginable – and Crowe’s accent is appalling. They’re both really phoning it in in my opinion compared with past glories.

It has some effective jolts, but honestly, the list of movies I’d recommend over this is endless. But to continue the connection to my Yuma review – I’m again left sorely longing for a Leone movie, Once Upon a Time in America, which covered everything a gangster movie needs to cover, and at nearly 4 hours isn’t remotely unnecessary. The similar story of Brian De Palma’s The Untouchables of course comes to mind too. Failing that, Blow comes to mind. And if you just want another 2007 movie that did the 70s period thing as if not more flawlessly, like I say, look no further than the meticulous David Fincher’s Zodiac … which I want to see a second time even more after this.



Blow

Blow

Monday, August 29th, 2005

I loved this movie when I first saw it. I could see why people were criticising its similarity to movies like Goodfellas and Boogie Nights etc, but there were still plenty of moments where the movie came into its own. I still pretty much feel this way about it, it’s one of those movies that easily makes up for any failings it might have with a handful of simply beautiful scenes or sequences. I love how the look of the film, the colour and everything, develops over the course of the movie.

Johnny Depp is good … not one of his best performances but it’s a pretty difficult character – how likable can you make this guy? Penelope Cruz was more annoying to me on this viewing than I ever remembered. Ray Liotta and Rachel Griffiths are the standouts here. My first impression of Ray Liotta’s appearance in the movie when I first saw it was, “could they force comparisons to Goodfellas any more?” lol, but he’s really pretty fantastic, especially in the character’s later years. Griffiths is most amazing in the scene following Depp’s arrest in their home. Even though what she’s done is unbelievable, I can’t help feeling so sorry for her.

It’s the last half hour that wrecks me and brings the movie up a lot, as Jung goes past the point of no return and beyond. There’s so many images in this section of the movie that kill me – his daughter’s piercing, shaming gaze as he’s arrested once more; her sitting alone with her pink suitcase waiting to go to California; her line in the visiting room, “I thought you couldn’t live without your heart,”; and the final scene when she ‘visits’ him grown up, that reverse angle on their hug is so sad.

I just realised I could sit around quoting this movie forever. As I said, it has it’s little problems, but for me they’re far outweighed. It’s just a beautiful movie with an amazing philosophy in Jung’s voiceover narration – unbelievably sad, but with glimmers of joy. It’s sad that this turned out to be Ted Demme’s last movie, but it’s certainly his best.



Bringing Out the Dead

Bringing Out the Dead

Wednesday, May 26th, 2004

Wow. I just caught this on TV again with about five minutes’ notice and I feel like this movie has grown up with me. I now feel like I can put it up there with my favourite Scorsese movies: for the record, The Age of Innocence, Kundun and Taxi Driver. If you look at those titles you’ll notice they have one thing in common, great musical scores, and Elmer Bernstein’s work here leaves no hiding place for every shade of pain and beauty.

But there’s something here, I think, for everyone: whether you’re into comedy, sadness, story, acting, trippiness or good old-fashioned E.R. mayhem, it’s all here. I still remember the buzz I got when I first saw it on the big screen, right from the opening ambulance shot, how I laughed at the reckless use of ambulances, how I froze at the haunting images of the girl from Nicholas Cage’s past, how I cried at the death, how I sat, lost at the ending fade to white, and none of this has faded in the last five years, no matter how many times I’ve seen it. There’s so much to behold, so many images – Cage pulling the dead out of the ground; “Red Red Wine” playing over the drug-dealer hanging scewered off an apartment block; the three companions Cage has to work with, like the three ghosts in “A Christmas Carol”; the eyes of the old man pleading for release from life. This movie kills me in so many ways, yet it’s so full of life.