Revelation takes many forms, and David Milch chooses a more subdued and implicative tack in closing out this chapter of the show’s narrative.
The varied impressions of a discordant society finally banding together are offset by a concomitant sense of purgatorial limbo.
Completion does not necessarily mean forcing the end.
The fences go up in the aftermath of the miracle that closed the second episode of John from Cincinnati.
If there is a master narrative plan for the show it is the excavation and unearthing of that ineffable essence that makes us human.
Maybe the problem with John from Cincinnati is its miscalculated sense of center.
Scott’s next project is a remake of The Warriors. By the time of its release, Walter Hill fans will wish they could fold back time and prevent its making.
Had it been made shortly after 9/11, Firehouse Dog might have seemed like a shameless attempt to marry the country’s reverence for the New York Fire Department with Air Bud.
Tony Scott doesn’t even wait for Déjà Vu to properly begin before employing the spastic visual stylings that are his calling card.
As a shameless stab at kid-friendly uplift, Eight Below, at least during its Animal Planet-ish segments, nonetheless has a benignly cheesy, big-emotive charm.
Bennett Miller’s film has an axe to grind against its subject, the quite horrible but quite gifted writer Truman Capote.
Mad TV fans will no what I’m talking about when I say: Viva Dorothy Lanier!
Finally, I can say that Will Smith and I have something in common: We’re both allergic to bullshit.
The film is a tart, observant look at the seductiveness of revenge and its generally empty aftertaste.
Missing here is the awe-inspiring wonder or exhilarating originality that might elevate the film above its mega-budgeted counterparts.
Not since last year’s Vanilla Sky has Paramount offered the kind of top-notch video and sound transfer available on this DVD edition.
Is it summer already? The season for dunderheaded action extravaganzas certainly seems to be upon us with the release of The Core.
Twohy has yet to make a great genre film so it’s likely that moviegoers will want to give Below das boot.
Curiously, submission suits Madonna well.
Below turns out to be a water-logged version of every haunted house film you’ve ever seen.