A buddy-system blog of film reviews. Inspired by E.M. Forster's rhetorical question: "How do I know what I think until I see what I say?" Please let me know if you'd like to take a stab at writing a review. (I've been told that the experience is a combination of mass frustration and deep satisfaction.) I will watch anything! Bring it on...
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Rhyme and Reason and Rubber
My friend Jordan, who I've acted and created with in the past, always seems to have things on his radar that are completely outside of my time zone. When he kept recommending I watch this next little oddity, I challenged him to 'blog-buddy' it. He agreed and delivered. Enjoy!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Sighthound's Review of Rubber
NO REASON
A review of the Quentin Dupieux film “Rubber”
by The Sighthound
Rubber
France
2010
85 Min
Color
1.85:1
English, French
DIR Quentin Dupieux
PROD Julien Berlan, Gregory Bernard
SCR Quentin Dupieux
DP Quentin Dupieux
CAST Stephen Spinella, Roxane Mesquida, Jack Plotnick, Wings Hauser, Ethan Cohn,
Charley Koontz, Hayley Holmes, Haley Ramm, Tara Jean O'Brien, Remy Thorne
ED Quentin Dupieux
PROD DES Pascale Ingrand
MUSIC Gaspard Augé, Sébastien Akchoté, Quentin Dupieux
SOUND Zsolt Magyar
“All great films, without exception contain an important element of No Reason”.
-Lieutenant Chad
I’m afraid I’m very hard to impress, or engage anymore. I watch a lot of movies and as someone who has spent years not only in marketing but in car sales as well, I’m difficult to “sell” new ideas to. But from the very first scene, Quentin Dupieux’s “Rubber” had me engrossed guaranteed that I was going to watch every single frame of this crazy film about a lovestruck tire on a killing spree.
A review of the Quentin Dupieux film “Rubber”
by The Sighthound
Rubber
France
2010
85 Min
Color
1.85:1
English, French
DIR Quentin Dupieux
PROD Julien Berlan, Gregory Bernard
SCR Quentin Dupieux
DP Quentin Dupieux
CAST Stephen Spinella, Roxane Mesquida, Jack Plotnick, Wings Hauser, Ethan Cohn,
Charley Koontz, Hayley Holmes, Haley Ramm, Tara Jean O'Brien, Remy Thorne
ED Quentin Dupieux
PROD DES Pascale Ingrand
MUSIC Gaspard Augé, Sébastien Akchoté, Quentin Dupieux
SOUND Zsolt Magyar
“All great films, without exception contain an important element of No Reason”.
-Lieutenant Chad
I’m afraid I’m very hard to impress, or engage anymore. I watch a lot of movies and as someone who has spent years not only in marketing but in car sales as well, I’m difficult to “sell” new ideas to. But from the very first scene, Quentin Dupieux’s “Rubber” had me engrossed guaranteed that I was going to watch every single frame of this crazy film about a lovestruck tire on a killing spree.
Caitlin's Review of Rubber
Wink, Wink, Nod Off by Caitlin Murphy
Several vintage stores line a section of Saint-Laurent, a busy street near my house. Their windows are chock-full of kitsch – the originally unironic belongings of now dead people, crying out to be reappropriated by Montreal hipsters with a keen sense of the fantastically awful. Lined up in a row, these stores seem to project a collective personality, exude a uniform attitude. And I often find myself hating these stores as if they were people. Smug people. In hawking their scavenged wares, they epitomize the celebration of all that is so bad, it’s good; so stupid, it’s smart; so ugly, it’s pretty; so dumb, it’s cool. It’s an approach to the world, to stuff, to being alive that seems easy to me, safe and boring, somehow self-entitled, and sometimes kinda slimy. I walk hurriedly by these stores, with a similar sense of recoil that I felt watching Rubber.
Several vintage stores line a section of Saint-Laurent, a busy street near my house. Their windows are chock-full of kitsch – the originally unironic belongings of now dead people, crying out to be reappropriated by Montreal hipsters with a keen sense of the fantastically awful. Lined up in a row, these stores seem to project a collective personality, exude a uniform attitude. And I often find myself hating these stores as if they were people. Smug people. In hawking their scavenged wares, they epitomize the celebration of all that is so bad, it’s good; so stupid, it’s smart; so ugly, it’s pretty; so dumb, it’s cool. It’s an approach to the world, to stuff, to being alive that seems easy to me, safe and boring, somehow self-entitled, and sometimes kinda slimy. I walk hurriedly by these stores, with a similar sense of recoil that I felt watching Rubber.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Blog-Daddy
A film about a father and his daughter, made by the filmmaking daughter of a filmmaking father... Seemed right to tackle this one with my dad.
I thought the car in the film was a Ferrari, but my dad refers to it as a Maserati. Knowing us, we are both wrong. Enjoy.
I thought the car in the film was a Ferrari, but my dad refers to it as a Maserati. Knowing us, we are both wrong. Enjoy.
Dad's Review of Somewhere
Sofia, so subtle, so slow, so beautiful…. so what?
OR
What was big in Japan didn’t work in Milan
by Denis Murphy
So… after a fine Saturday night dinner, we (my wife Mary and I) screened the DVD version of Sofia Coppola’s film Somewhere. As the final credits came up, Mary’s reaction was, “That’s the worst movie I’ve ever watched through to the end. It was like watching paint dry.”
OR
What was big in Japan didn’t work in Milan
by Denis Murphy
So… after a fine Saturday night dinner, we (my wife Mary and I) screened the DVD version of Sofia Coppola’s film Somewhere. As the final credits came up, Mary’s reaction was, “That’s the worst movie I’ve ever watched through to the end. It was like watching paint dry.”
Caitlin's Review of Somewhere
Got Anywhere Else? by Caitlin Murphy
Somewhere, written and directed by Sofia Coppola, is about a man who decides to (spoiler alert) move out of a hotel. Okay, there’s slightly more to it than that, but not much. The film is essentially 97 minutes of watching someone you don’t really care about stumble slowly towards an epiphany that is so banal it should be called something else.
Somewhere, written and directed by Sofia Coppola, is about a man who decides to (spoiler alert) move out of a hotel. Okay, there’s slightly more to it than that, but not much. The film is essentially 97 minutes of watching someone you don’t really care about stumble slowly towards an epiphany that is so banal it should be called something else.
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