I knew going in this was a black comedy, but I was expecting something a little more inventive, maybe along the lines of You’re Next. It does have a few funny moments but, unlike You’re Next, the female lead survives via a hokey family curse and the incompetence of her pursuers rather than her own agency.
This was intense. Hard to believe all those gators (except for an occasional animatronic head or tail) were CGI. Very realistic. Although there’s some gore, I’d classify Crawl as a terror film rather than a horror film. The predators are in their element and you’re out of yours, so the fear and suspense ratchet up again and again. Well done.
A contender for the least scary horror film, least funny comedy, and least entertaining movie I have ever seen. A couple of bright moments from Tilda Swinton, but a banal script and direction that can only be described as “distracted” scuttle the whole thing.
While I’m not a Marvel fan and couldn’t identify a lot of the players in the last battle, I thought its tie-up of so many loose ends hit most of the plot points and emotional buttons (I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for Agent Carter) and was quite moved.
I had low hopes for this. I have a soft place in my head and heart for CCBeck’s Captain Marvel and was ready to hate this. But it’s extremely well done and has tons of heart. I was totally taken.
(teeny spoiler) This is how you capstone a series. I was a bit disappointed that Swearengen didn’t have a more heroic ending, but then he uttered that last line. Bam!
Well, I didn’t intend to see this but people kept saying how good it was. Glad I did. It’s a gripping tale of rampant incompetence and the dangers of statism. I was struck when, with a reactor completely destroyed, one of the scientists was told that nuclear disasters simply don’t happen in the Soviet state. I immediately flashed back to “Citizen X” when the psychiatrist investigating the child murders was told “There is no serial killer in the Soviet state.” Party affiliation trumps competence – the head of the nuclear energy department didn’t know how a reactor worked, and on and on. You have to ask yourself: How could a disaster NOT occur?
Billed as “Ernest Hemingway’s…” but it’s really a remake of Casablanca, debuting a 19-year-old actress named Lauren Bacall (who thinks she can sing). She’s no Ingrid Bergman, Dan Seymour is no Sidney Greenstreet or Conrad Veidt, Marcel Dalio is no Peter Lorre, and Claude Rains is sorely missed. Walter Brennan is just annoying. As much as I like Howard Hawks’s work (and as much as I think he’s winking at the audience here), this is a stinker.
First time I’ve seen this 1953 film and I like it a lot. Never been much of a Widmark fan but he’s fine as the anti-hero pickpocket. Thelma Ritter steals every scene she’s in, and Jean Peters makes the most of a poorly developed role. A good remark about Widmark’s character: “He’s got something decent trying to crawl out of him.” The maguffin is a strip of microfilm with industrial secrets that the “commies” have stolen. Widmark picks the wrong pocket and off we go.
I found this Amazon Prime adaptation so much better than the comic books. The casting is superb. I mean, who knew Karl Urban (Bones on the Trek reboot) could command the screen like he does as Butcher. And Erin Moriarty as Starlight is the picture of innocence. I’ve read a dozen-plus issues of the comic and it’s sleazy and prurient in its pandering to fanboys. Showrunner Eric Kripke has given extra attention to the supes and made it all more character based (without backing off on the violence). I’m feeling vibes from Alan Moore’s Miracleman and will def be back for season 2.