My Week in Movies, 2015 Week 30

Sometimes I hate that writing is a creative endeavour. I’ve always been much happier with numbers than I have with letters, and the solution to a maths problem is always achievable somehow, whereas compiling thoughts into cohesive paragraphs can often, for me at least, seem impossible. I get near a deadline, I get frustrated, I get moody and I wander round the house scowling and breaking things. So, this time, I’ve opted to cease staring at the 8 lines I’ve written in the past 90 minutes for my overdue Road Trip post on The Departed, and I’m writing this instead. Yes, it means I’m now behind on my Road Trip target, however it also means I won’t have to clean up any smashed glassware later this evening, so there’s pros and cons to everything. Fortunately, I’m on track with everything else and only need to review one other movie to still be on track next week, and it’s a film I’ve already watched this past week. This is a very good thing, because in the fast-approaching month of August I’ll be needing to watch up to 15 films for podcasting purposes, only four of which will be towards any of my goals, so I better get cracking on these. It’s a good thing they’re mostly all films I want to watch then. Here’s what I saw this past week:
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Do The Right Thing

This review was originally written for French Toast Sunday as part of my USA Road Trip series. It was also nominated for me to watch by Ryan McNeil of The Matinee, and is my submission for August for his Blind Spot series.

Brooklyn, 1989. On a particularly sweltering summer’s day, racial tensions simmer amongst the everyday lives of the inhabitants of a single street. Central to everything is Mookie (Spike Lee), a young, black, pizza deliveryman, working for the Italian-American Sal’s Pizzeria, run by Sal (Danny Aiello). As the day progresses and the temperature increases, everything threatens to boil over, and does so in a life-changing way for all involved.bugginout Continue reading

My Week in Movies, 2015 Week 29

Expectations, don’t you just hate them? When you hear a lot of good things about something for a long time, from pretty much everyone, it’s hard not to anticipate good things, if not even great ones. Such is something I’ve dealt with this week, on both sides of the coin. Two films this week have been something of a couple of disappointments in comparison with how great I’d heard they were, whereas elsewhere a film I’d never even heard of turned out to be pretty damn wonderful. Here’s what I watched this week: Continue reading

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Hossain Farazmand is a journalist who has heard wind of a potentially great story. A man has been pretending to be Iranian film director Mohsen Makhmalbaf, and has convinced a family that if they help him out they will be in his next film. Farazmand plans to make this story a life-changing event in his career, and heads to cover the man’s arrest and trial.
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My Man Godfrey

During an upper class social event, a scavenger hunt breaks out, with one of the required items being a forgotten man, meaning a man forgotten by society, such as the homeless men living down by the river, in a dump area slowly being filled in for renovation. Two sisters, Cornelia (Gail Patrick) and Irene Bullock (Carole Lombard) head to the dump and find Godfrey (William Powell). Cornelia offends him, but Irene’s desperation to finally defeat her sister at something warms Godfrey to her cause, so he helps her out. However, when he is humiliated at the event and questioned as to the validity of his “forgotten” status, Irene takes pity on him and employs Godfrey as the family butler, before promptly falling in love with him.
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My Week in Movies, 2015 Week 28

I’ve spent most of this past week watching movies about time travelling robots because, as you can probably guess, the most recent episode of the Lambcast (posting later this week) is devoted to the Terminator franchise, celebrating (commiserating?) the release of Terminator Genisys (more on that later). As such, my regular scheduling has taken something of a temporary back seat, and I’ve gone and lost one of my green ticks, dagnammit. I am way ahead on some of the others though, so if you add everything up I’m ahead. Maybe spending a week watching robot feet crushing endless piles of human skulls wasn’t a massive loss after all. Speaking of which, why is it always pile of skulls in these films? I get that it looks more ominous, but it implies that either pre- or post-massacre the terminators divide up and sort out the various human body parts into different areas. Are there pyramids of pelvic bones somewhere? Piles of shoulder blades? Towers of femurs stacked up like an H. R. Giger Jenga set? Anyway, here’s what I watched this week:
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The Voices

Jerry is a nice guy. The nicest guy, in fact. He lives a happy life working in the shipping department of a bathroom fixtures company and longing to get to know Fiona from Accounting a little better, but spending the evenings living above a bowling alley with his dog Bosco and his cat Mr. Whiskers. Who talk to him. And tell him to kill people.
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