Olivier Assayas, Frédéric Auburtin, Emmanuel Benbihy, Gurinder Chadha, Sylvain Chomet, Ethan Coen, Joel Coen, Isabel Coixet, Wes Craven, Alfonso Cuarón, Gérard Depardieu, Christopher Doyle, Richard LaGravenese, Vincenzo Natali, Alexander Payne, Bruno Podalydès, Walter Salles, Oliver Schmitz, Nobuhiro Suwa, Daniela Thomas, Tom Tykwer, Gus Van Sant — 2006
After 30 minutes I started watching it in x4 speed so that I could finish it under one hour. This catalog of magic mumbo jumbo trash wasn't worth any more of my time.
I admire James Stewart's character and the stoicism and seriousness with which he ponders the implications of marriage when the woman in question is played by Grace Kelly.
This film has been written for the screen and directed by Andrew Niccol (Gattaca, The Truman Show, Lord of War). I can't believe this. What the actual fuck has happened. Had someone checked on him?
This film should be punished for having spread its garbage song like a virus on the entire face of the Earth, but it's not actually bad so I can't use this petty argument.
The next movie from Steve McQueen will be titled Widows. This one therefore marks an exception on his one-word-titled filmography, a nice touch from the director to inform us not to worry about this casual history educative package and that it was only for the Oscar hold-up. It's actually very decent.
This movie will be criticized for its scientific inaccuracies, because its action is so tangible it doesn't even play in the same ballpark than any other science-fiction movie. It measures itself not against the laws of plausibility, but directly against those of physics. Even if at times it has difficulties winning this fight, especially when it comes to the first law of Newton near parachutes, it still stands up solidly and settles the deal with a masterful depiction of what spacewalks feel like as well as an intensively suspenseful narration.
Friday 31 October 2014
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