Opening with the “gosh, gee willikers” approach of young Frank Walker to the 1964 World’s Fair in New York (side note, someone should do a piece on the cultural impact that particular world’s fair has had on popular culture) to show off his home built jet pack to Nix (Hugh Laurie). Their dialogue basically sets up the rest of the film: Continue reading “Review: Tomorrowland”
I liked The Monuments Men. I’m gonna come right out and say it. No, it’ not perfect, it’s probably not going to win any awards, but I liked it. Of course, now the obvious question is why did I like it? It could have something to do with the brilliant cast, it could have something to do with the subject matter and it could be because I was tired of heavy handed dramas and I just saw it at the right time. I think it’s a combination of all of that.
Alfonso Cuarón‘s new film, Gravity, is stunning. Pure and simple. These words can describe the plot as well. There’s nothing complex about some people working out of the space Shuttle Explorer when they hit the debris field of a an exploded satellite. This happens within the first few minutes and for the rest of the hour and a half film it’s left for the two survivors, Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) and Matt Kowalski (George Clooney) to try and get home. That’s it. But in the hands of a master of suspense like Cuarón, you don’t need any more.
The filmmaking gets us as close to being in space as we can get on this planet. Honestly, I have no idea how he filmed half the scenes he did, I can only assume it’s a seamless mix of CG and greenscreen and a flying rig that puts David Copperfield to shame. And if Bullock or Clooney wanted to take a run at “Ashes to Ashes” to go along with Chris Hadfield‘s “Space Oddity” I’m not sure many would be able to spot the difference between the reality and the movie magic. Continue reading “Review: Gravity”
There is no doubt George Clooney is one of the best actors of his generation. And when you team him with people like Tilda Swinton, Tom Wilkinson, Sidney Pollack, Ken Howard and Michael O’Keefe, you expect some performance fireworks. Shame they were wasted on Michael Clayton, a by-the-numbers legal thriller which has been done before and done better. Continue reading “Review: Michael Clayton”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… George Clooney is the Dean Martin of this generation. He defines cool – women want to go to bed with him, guys want to play poker with him. And neither side cares about the other. This is why he’s the perfect Danny Ocean, regardless of the fact it was Sinatra who played him in the original. See, the thing is, Sinatra is beyond cool. He is legend. He is icon. Martin, though, he’s a real flesh and blood man. He’s human, with flaws and foibles. And Clooney is his heir apparent. Continue reading “Review: Ocean’s Thirteen”