Martin Scorsese and I don’t really get along, I’ll just say that up front. I can recognize that he’s a good director, but anytime I see some of his work it reaffirms for me that he’s not the director for me. Shutter Island isn’t any different, although I will say that it was more enjoyable than I expected.
Yet another classic that I took far too long to see, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid manages to take the roughneck Western genre and and spin it into something charming.
One of the most profoundly enjoyable films I’ve seen in a long time.
I was certainly entertained, but overall I felt like this one wasn’t quite as cohesive as some of the Coen Brothers other favorites.
As a general rule, sequels to any film are a dubious prospect. It’s very rare that they match or surpass the film they’re following, and most of the time, they would be better off not having been made at all. Case in point: The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day.
At a glance, The Collector seemed like just another typical slasher flick, and it’s inauspicious beginning didn’t do much to assuage that belief. That was, however, before it scared the shit out of me.
A bit like Stand By Me in Queens.
Not as good as I’d been led to believe, but still pretty damned good.
By: Peter Jackson (director), Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens (screenplay), Alice Seybold (novel) Starring: Mark Wahlberg, Rachel Weisz, Susan Sarandon, Stanley Tucci, Michael Imperioli, Saoirse Ronan Centers on a young girl who has been murdered and watches over her family – and her killer – from heaven. She must weigh her desire for vengeance against her [...]
