Archive for July, 2009

July 22, 2009

>words are not needed…

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Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland‘s 1st trailer is more wonderful than I expected it to be. This film is going to be AMAZING!!!

(sorry for the lame twitter esque post, but I’m so excited.)

July 20, 2009

>Taken (2008)

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“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.”

I’m not an action film lover, hence the difficult I had to ellaborate a list of good action films when my aunt asked me to, I mostly wait to see films of this genre on dvd, and I either love them or completely forget about them by the next week. Taken fits in the first case, and I’m afraid I can blame it on Liam Neeson‘s character, a cross between Jack Bauer, Captain Nascimento and Jason Bourne – God, what’s not to love? He plays a retired agent who won’t stop within the next 96 hours, not until he finds his kidnapped daughter (the actress is terrible, but since she’s missing during the entire film…) while showing little or no mercy for those who dared to step on his way. The action takes place in Paris, a city for the first time turned into no man’s land. So much fun.

July 11, 2009

>Public Enemies (2009)

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There’s something about the outlaws from the great depression era that has always fascinated me, blame the several Bonnie & Clyde screen portraits. There’s something romantic about boldly grabbing a gun and robbing a bank as an option against a mediocre life. Living a life full of danger and excitement, making your own rules, or no rules at all. Living fast, dying young. After all, that was the destiny of all of those infamous figures from the period known as the public enemy era (1931-1935). John Dillinger was one of them. But I confess I had never heard of him before, not until recently, when I heard about the latest film from director Michael Mann (The Last of the Mohicans, Collateral), a film which creates expectations from the moment one sees its trailer, and God, what a cast. And it didn’t disappoint me, not even a bit.

I doubt it will make into my top 10 favourites this year, but it will not be forgotten. The characters may lack a background life story, but who needs it, when you have an action movie that never bores you within its 143 minutes? Johnny Depp (oh, so charming, so charismatic) plays Dillinger, beautiful Marion Cotillard, his lover. The scene when Dillinger convinces her to “be his girl” is one of the sweetest and funniest I’ve seen in quite a while, maybe because it reminds me of those politically incorrect comedies starred by Carole Lombard in the 1930s. Depp and Cotillard’s chemistry delivers the most magnetic scene in the entire film, that you wish it will last forever, and it kills you to know in advance it will happen otherwise, although you can’t stop wishing the opposite.

Pursuing to capture the outlaws, it’s Christian Bale as the taciturn and enigmatic FBI man Melvin Purvis, who never loses his temper and is overall “the good cop”, unlike one of his partners who phisically abuses women in order to obtain valuable information. Purvis has pretty much the same facial expression through the entire picture, but I believe it’s Bale trying to be as subtitle and economic as his character’s words. The best scenes are those which require almost no spoken vocabulary, only a camera willing to follow every single bit of the action, running fast or slowly. Dillinger’s escape from prison to liberty is one of those, but it’s actually an intermediate scene and the final scene that breaths cinema, especially the final one, a communion between reality and fiction embracing nostalgia.