Burn After Reading. Joel and Ethan Coen. 2008.
This was hilarious. Easily the best Coen film I’ve seen. It was slightly let down by its last third when some things turned all serious, which didn’t suit the film at all. Third act syndrome.
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So teal.
Very colour correct.
Very hair product.
Finally! Half a minute of Swinton!
Did I mention the hair?
The battle scenes are so real.
Much.
Miaow.
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. Andrew Adamson. 2008.
I quite liked the first Narnia film. It was just like I remembered from reading that book at ten. I do think I’ve read several of the subsequent books a bunch of times. I don’t remember much about the plot of this book, but nothing in this film rings any bells, either. Except the train station scene. Did they change the plot or something?
Despite having several enjoyable scenes, this film is really, really boring. Even at ten I would have found this pretty tough going.
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Julia. Erick Zonca. 2008.
This is a good film, but it’s kind of excruciating to watch. Swinton’s amazing, of course, but it’s at least half an hour too long.
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Michael Clayton. Tony Gilroy. 2007.
After watching a string of European films, it’s always a struggle to readjust to American acting. American acting is so stylised and unreal. You can always imagine any of these actors dropping into a McDonalds’s commercial or a four camera sitcom and behaving exactly the same way. They conform to a really weird set of TV-derived cliches. Even the good actors do.
But then you get acclimatised to American actor tropes and you stop noticing how artificial they are, and you stop being annoyed by them.
I mean, I.
Clooney’s fine, though, and this isn’t a bad film. There are so many hokey lines, but it’s pretty good.
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The Man From London. Béla Tarr. 2007.
Somehow, I’ve never seen any films by Béla Tarr before. And if I squint a bit, I could easily see this as being a French & Saunders parody of Bergman or Tarkovski. If it had moved slightly faster and had more women in it. So I have no idea what it is, but I think it’s pretty spiffy, anyway.
I mean.
I may be wrong. I lost my concentration after a while and couldn’t really say what this film was about. But it looks plenty purdy.
I may be a work of total genius! I don’t know! Please excuse the following die:
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