seankgallagher
seankgallagher
seankgallagher

I agree the movie falls apart in the last 20-25 minutes, but everything up until that point is amazing, so I put this in the "flawed but interesting" category.

Other noteworthy films at Cannes that year:

*sigh* It isn't just the bonus features, rewarding as they may be. It's that in many cases (not all, to be sure), when a movie is put out on DVD, whether it's a movie that's just come out or an older movie finally available, there's actually, you know, care brought to how it looks on DVD. Who brings any kind of care

I'd love to see them cover The Underneath. Not only do I actually really like it, but you can see Soderbergh doing things here that he went on to do in other movies (the way he uses color and light to distinguish time here predates how he used it to distinguish setting in Traffic). Plus, it has a great ending with Joe

It can't be both?

As much as I love Zero Dark Thirty - it was my favorite movie of 2012 - and as gripping as the last 40 minutes of the movie are, I stand by my statement.

That opening point-of-view robbery might be the best thing, on a pure visceral level, that she's ever done.

What about the noodle incident?

Not in the original, he wasn't. He was awkward, sure, but he wasn't humorless (Bogart gets some of the best lines of the original; granted, you and the others who don't like the original may not have liked them). The only moment Ford has like that in the movie is when David finally realizes who Sabrina is and keeps

If memory serves, on the DVD, there's almost an hour's worth of footage of what was cut out, and it's certainly interesting. I like the film as it is, though, even though I recognize without studio interference, it could have been even better.

Couldn't disagree more. For starters, Sydney Pollack (who directed the remake) ditches the suicide at the beginning, so there's no depth to the story. Also, Pollack at that point in his career seemed more important on making everyone "nice" instead of romantic and funny, and that makes the story slip into pathos

Especially Fearless. I don't know about anyone else writing for the A.V. Club, but I don't look at a movie about a guy suffering from PTSD after a plane crash (which we don't get to see until the end, though we see the horrifying aftermath right at the beginning), who alienates his wife and family, and whose idea of

Moby Dick, which I'm halfway through, and is proving to be a tough read so far (as compared to the other classics I read recently, Far from the Madding Crowd and For Whom the Bell Tolls). I may take a break and read some other stuff, like Jeremy Larner's Drive He Said.

The rest of the Barrytown trilogy (The Snapper and The Van) is also very good.

Also that year: Bernardo Bertolucci's Tragedy of a Ridiculous Man (which I've never seen, but is supposed to be one of his weaker efforts), James Ivory's Quartet, and Bertrand Blier's Beau Pere. I've only seen Thief (which I love), Excalibur (which I like, with reservations) and Chariots of Fire (which I loathe).

I caught The Andromeda Strain, and others have already pointed out Don was reading The Godfather and Hawaii as well; plus the woman at the pool was reading The Women in Rome.

I love the part in the movie where Glenn pretends to be an outlaw on the run (so he and the others can get the money stolen from a group of families), Danny Glover is pretending to shoot him (as part of a "posse" Glenn is on the run from), and after one near-missed shot, Glenn just glares up at Glover as if to say,

And he delivers one of my favorite lines in that movie; "Do you actually think that Chuck Noll has to worry that Franco Harris is gonna cry because Terry Bradshaw won't talk to him?"

Also glad to see more love for this. I was a big fan of this show, which is weird as I've become tired of procedural shows like this, but the setting, the characters (as good as Jill Scott was as Precious, Anika Noni-Rose stole the show for me as Grace, taking what could have been a one-note character and making her

Several years ago, I inherited a bunch of books from my father, and I decided this would be the year I would try and dig in and read them. I just finished Thomas Hardy's Far From the Madding Crowd and Ernest Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls, and while I thought both of those were decent, I think they pale in