The titular character in The Driver, played by Ryan O’Neal, doesn’t speak much. No one does really, except for Bruce Dern’s crazy detective out to get him. In fact, the film is so disinterested in information, that the sparseness actually becomes the point of the film. In fact, no one is ever even given a name.
I am definitely aging myself when I tell you that some of my fondest childhood memories were staying up way past my bedtime and catching some weird movie on one of the local channels at 2am or finding a weird VHS tape to rent at West Coast Video.
If you were to scroll through the list of podcasts that I listen to, you would notice something. Amidst all of the gaming, movie and old time radio podcasts, you would see a lot of True Crime podcasts. A lot. Probably more than is acceptable.
Mild-mannered man Tom Stall (Viggo Mortensen) becomes a local hero through an act of violence, which brings to light aspects of his past that will shake his family to its very core.
That is the easy way to describe this movie.
I’m not going to lie. I had a hard time beginning this review. I mean, how does one begin to describe Howard the Duck?
Guy Ritchie’s re-imagining of the King Arthur legend gets a lot more right than it does wrong. In fact, the ratio tips so far towards the positive that this really good film almost becomes excellent.
I would like to apologize for missing last week. I don’t have a real reason other than this movie really sucked (more on that momentarily) and I couldn’t get motivated to write anything about it.
I grew up being fed a constant stream of testosterone filled explosionfests at an early age which is why I’m awesome and TC, the Labrat and Z are not. I mean, there are probably other reasons as well, but I’m not a doctor qualified in such diagnoses and I really don’t care much about the underlying reasons for their lameness.
Our second installment of Bond finds him going up against the Russians in From Russia With Love. Again, I’m less familiar with the Connery Bond films, only having seen them a few times, but this movie was much better than I remembered. Where Dr. No had slow plodding moments, From Russia With Love was slicker and a far more exciting installment of the Bond series.
In this installment of Action Movie Mondays, I’ll be covering the entire Conan saga from Conan the Barbarian to Conan the Destroyer and including Red Sonja. What’s that you say? Red Sonja isn’t a Conan movie? Fun fact number one:[…]
LCD here, and I’m really pumped about this new project I’m working on. Let me tell you about it. If you listened to Episode 6 of the ReelFriction Podcast (and you really, really should have by now), you know that I have taken it upon myself to view and talk about the people who really got me into movies in the first place: the great action heroes of the 1980s.
Christine, based on a true story, covers the final weeks of TV news reporter Christine Chubbuck’s life leading up to her live-on-television suicide in 1974. Rebecca Hall plays the titular character well, showing her professional and personal problems that may have led to that fateful decision.
Herzog’s documentary on connective technology feels capricious, only tangentially sticking to the timeline it tries to explore: the birth of the internet to the future of what it might become. The film varies scene to scene from flighty and amusing to unsettling and profound. It’s at times self-indulgent, at times brilliant, but all too much the former.
I have few memories of watching this movie, in fact, I hardly remembered any of it when I sat down to revisit this movie.Which made me both excited and apprehensive at the same time.
I just watched another Winterbottom/Coogan film which I found a little too slight for my tastes. I think Winterbottom has proven he can make interesting films. But “interesting” doesn’t always mean “good”. I hope this one is both!
From the Director and Writer of Once, John Carney, who also wrote and directed this, is a film about a young boy, Conor or “Cosmo”, in 1985 inner city Dublin. As Carney has in the past, the film is told on the foundation of music.
Masque of the Red Death manages to mix B-movie Hammer horror camp with gorgeous production design. Shot in widescreen and vivid colors by Nicholas Roeg, it’s period piece that belies it’s low budget.
The film opens on Rosie Perez (the titular Perdita) lying on a luxurious white bed while a jaguar prowls over her, pulling the sheet down with it’s mouth to reveal her naked body.
Closely Watched Trains is unconcerned about story. Instead, it focuses on the small moments that make up the big picture. The humor found in everyday life. The people and what motivates them to perform deeds big and small.
Right off the bat I’m going to say that there has never been a more devastating war film than Come and See. It was produced to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the Soviet victory against the Nazi’s in World War II. To call that a victory brings to mind images of smiles and cheers and flag-waving, but as this film makes perfectly clear, it was anything but that.