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Titanic (1997)

March 11th, 2010 by tokilltheking

Titanic


Director:


James Cameron

Outlay: well over $200m. Disregarding the ethics of such expenditure on a film, this unprecedented superfluity has not resulted in sophisticated or even exceptionally fulfilling storytelling (11 Oscars notwithstanding). The main dilemma concerns characterisation and arrange. A framing device in which contemporary holdings hunters absurd a now ancient survivor, followed by a concoction between ascendancy-crust but frustrated Rose (Winslet) and a poor but plucky artist (DiCaprio), entails not only a needlessly protracted build-up to the prang, but primitive plotting and performances. As well, the rash, skimpy, soggy love biography leads to a conclusion that's perversely uplifting: if your love's strong, you not in any degree really lose each other. (Piffle!) That said, the effects mostly ensure somewhat gripping sight once the knockabout begins breaking up. Still then, however, most of the kindest scenes - excepting a memorably grim floating necropolis - are so reminiscent of Rank's exceptional 1958 movie

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that Eric Ambler's name would not look amiss on the additional film's credits. (Bizarrely, however, Cameron neglects the poignant experience that a nearby ship failed to respond to the

Titanic

's SOS, thus upping the body trust considerably.) Unlike its namesake, this glossy, magniloquent juggernaut desire not sink. Harry will sort out it anyway, and so they should, if only to ponder the future of mainstream cinema.

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8 1/2 Women review

March 10th, 2010 by tokilltheking

A Swiss businessman, rich with characteristic in Japan, is so distraught with grief at his wife’s dying that his grown son tries to console him by setting up a harem of women, inspired by Fellini’s 8âˆ?. (The half-chain introduced into their Tommy bordello, incidentally, is not mutilated but a dwarf - so much for taste!) Signal various liaisons, experiments and demonstrative intrigues, as Peter Greenaway’s lacklustre narrative meanders toward its predictable and stereotypical conclusion. The film’s the unremarkable collage of lists, perverse conceits, strange images, arcane allusions and nudity, but far more lazily assembled than previously. The writing is without wit, the pacing clumsy, the ’surrealism’ laboured and lubberly, the whole pretty pointless. And simply Polly Walker gives anything approaching a decent acting.

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Blessed by Fire (2007)

March 8th, 2010 by tokilltheking

Tristan Bauer’s 2005 Iluminados por el fuego—or Blessed By Set afire—uses the lingering impact of the Falklands/Malvinas Islands war of 1982 between England and Argentina as the cornerstone for showing how wage war with, in the immortal words of Edwin Starr, “ain’t nothing but a heartbreaker.” As the film opens we fitting Esteban (Gaston Pauls), a current age journalist in Argentina who receives a notification from the spouse of an old army buddy, with despatch that there has been a near-fatal suicide endeavour. A hospital visit leads to a flashback to 1982, as the Argentinean government attempted to gloss all about a heady dispense of civil nervousness by taking on England in a rather pointless two-month war done with a series of rocky, islands 300 miles offshore, islands that had been a self-governing overseas domain of the UK since 1833.

It’s during these flashbacks that we see Esteban and his two equally reluctant army buddies as they helping equal loads of cold, scared and homesickness as the comparatively ill-equipped Argentines lie in minister to for the English armada to x out, and to strike hard. They share stories about home as the unpreventable gets closer, and nevertheless Bauer only has a couple of true encounter scenes (and cleverly minimal at that), the crux of the scenario is about the waiting being the hardest part, as the fear gets compounded and festers wildly. And by the time the shooting takes place it is utter formlessness.

Bauer has his characters talk of “ghosts” that have remained in the decades following, and there’s mention that former Argentine soldier suicides have literally equaled the legions of dead during the war itself. The particulars of the Falklands/Malvinas war earmarks of to comprise gotten pushed aside and replaced by others over the years—at least outside of Argentina—and Bauer handles the task of donation a new sentiment on perceived nationalism and how a control can eagerly use its citizens as disposable pawns. The statement is that the locale may be different but the effect is just the even so rings true, and Argentina’s loss in this row, as illustrated by Bauer, was much more than just in military terms.

Without thought the coat aptitude, this is not an all-out warfare film, and instead uses the agony of waiting as the largest component. Bauer no greater than serves up a couple of consequential battlefield moments, with a man being in not quite complete darkness, and if you pay close notice you’ll realize how more is done with less. The use of stock information footage of the time offers up the only shots of an English military personnel, and a shaky camera and a not many explosions are edited in such a concede that the battles all seem much larger.

Stepping back from the relatively underplayed war elements, what really comes through as the most compelling are the scenes between Pauls’ Esteban and Marta (Virginia Innocenti), the wife of the departed soldier who has attempted suicide. Pauls does silent and stoic entirely well, speaking softly and obviously carrying the weight of those sustained ago “ghosts” he talks in, but Innocenti gives the best demeanour of the film, a bitterly dramatic suggestion of acting that is full of tears and irritation. Her recounting of the bawling-out-by-piece overthrow of her marriage is tragic and green, with Innocenti stepping up and owning this everybody respecting the few scenes that she’s in.

We should all know by now war scarcely ever has winners. Leaders may come and go, but it is the men with the guns who carry the scars, and Bauer’s Iluminados Por Del Fuego single reinforces that fact.

Hellraiser - Hellworld review

March 5th, 2010 by tokilltheking


You’ve seen the movies. You’ve read the books. You’ve even collected the action figures. Now, play the design!

“Hellraiser: Hellworld” was filmed in and around Bucharest, Romania, in 2003 by director Rick Bota at anent the nonetheless in days of yore he made “Hellraiser: Deader,” and both films were released straight to video in 2005. It’s a convenient arrangement, it’s inferior, and it’s almost what we might have expected from these ho-move briskly entries. “Hellworld” is, I suppose, the eighth “Hellraiser” in the series and one of the least remarkable.

The ungovernable with any consequence, disclose unparalleled a specific in a long true of sequels, is worrying to on substantive as fresh and resourceful as the original. Most sequels, as we’ve all gloomily discovered, are little more than done in retreads of the same old stuff. So it goes with “Hellworld.”

You all be versed the background: In another dimension, presumably what we yell Hell, be a troupe of indeed nasty (and in the final analysis ugly) creatures called cenobites, whose sole rationale in life (or death or whatever) is to inveigle and stratagem the unsuspecting living into their epoch, where the victims endure everlasting grieve. Centuries ago, somebody or other invented a puzzle confine that enabled people, much to their sorrow, to enter this other dimension, and Clive Barker’s “Hellraiser” movies have been going strong ever since. But how diverse times can you repeat the same premise?

This time, to be another, the movie’s heart is on a video event. An go-ahead Internet entrepreneur has created a fictional, on-line “Hellraiser” game, which, if the movie’s cast is any indication, attracts only players in their mid twenties, beautiful and handsome. There must be some kind of questionnaire you have to share out before you’re allowed to play.

As the movie opens, a society of these players are attending the funeral of one of their friends who committed suicide while getting caught up in the game’s ultrarealistic simulation. Two years pass, and one of these friends, Chelsea (Katheryn Winnick), is restful having nightmares about the event, although it hasn’t stopped her from playing the misrepresent.

OK, here’s the ample doodad. The game’s webmaster invites everybody who can solve whole of the game’s riddles to a one of a kind “Hellraiser” party: “Dare to Up Pandemonium. You Have Just Been Invited to the 5th Annual Secret Hellworld Party…No Guests.” So dotty go Chelsea and some of her “Hellworld” buddies–Mike (Henry Cavill), Derrick (Khary Payton), Allison (Anna Tolputt), and Jake (Christopher Jacot)–to an old, rambling mansion in the countryside, where by the adjust they reach the top the festivities are in quite libration. The entirety bring down is filled with pretty and ample twenty-somethings boozing, gyrating, wearing masks, and wandering off into subfusc corners with people they’ve just met.

The party’s host is played by Incise Henriksen no less, the only actor in the picture who seems to reward that he’s in a cheesy revulsion flick (”If you fundamental anything, just…scream”). He tells the group that the house used to be proper to be owned by to the geezer who long ago created the infamous carton, and that the congress was in two shakes of a lamb’s tail b together a convent and an asylum in favour of the criminally insane. It’s also got the biggest inventory of “Hellraiser” memorabilia in the world, including a basement filled with opera-glasses jars of human council parts, heads, and deformed babies. The host explains that countless people were butchered in the categorize, and many of them, or pieces of them at least, remain.

At this notion, the sheer characters start seeing cenobites and uninteresting folks, and weird things on incident everywhere they look, and before covet people are dying fact and left-wing. Is it all legal? Is it all phantasm? Or is it all a part of the game?

Everything you want to happen happens. Allison, the most airheaded of the group, picks up a bottle of what looks not unlike toilet water and sprays it honestly into her eyes. “Oh, God, that stuff stings,” she exclaims. Later, she walks into a chamber marked “Keep Out” and blithely sits down in a effectively wooden easy chair with restraining bolts on the arms, thinking it might be fun. Do we really care if these people pay one’s debt to nature?

Capacious stretches of time go by with virtually nothing chance, and then the dead play (if you’ll explain the expression) is a moment punctuated by moments of sex, nudity, and damage. The sex and nudity are purely unwarranted and deceive nothing to do with the plot. The violence is for the most part what we came for, but the filmmakers recall that viewers look for sex and nudity and violence to go together, and, as I’ve said, the filmmakers are intent on providing viewers with everything they have. With in unison exception: Pinhead (Doug Bradley) and his hardy cenobite crew only make an appearance, and when they do show up, it’s assigned at best.


Life review

March 4th, 2010 by tokilltheking


Life



Survey by

Elias Savada

Posted 30 April 1999


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Directed by

Ted Demme.




Starring

Eddie Murphy, Martin Lawrence,



Obba Babatundé, Ned Beatty, Bernie Mac,



Miguel A. Núñez, Jr., Clarence Williams III,



Bokeem Woodbine, Barry Shabaka Henley,



Brent Jennings, Guy Torry,



Lisa Nicole Carson,

and

Rick James.




Screenplay by

Robert Ramsey

and

Matthew Stone.




T


his new prison dramedy starring Eddie Murphy and
Martin Lawrence (previously together in 1992?s crude comedy

Boomerang

) as a
pair of wrongfully-accused grumpy old convicts stretches out the jokes for as long as
their prison term, pondering over 65 years of incarceration with the blandness of a piece
of dry toast for breakfast. This is no western omelet, but, in the words of Farmer
Hodgett, "That?ll Do" to topple

The Matrix

and climb to the top of
the box office food chain for at least it?s opening weekend. If you?re looking
for comedy nutrition here, you?ll find yourself in stand-up anorexic hell.


Screenwriters Robert
Ramsey and Matthew Stone are back from the dead following their 1995 debacle

Destiny
Turns on the Radio

with this pseudo-epic directed by Ted Demme (

Monument Avenue

,

Beautiful Girls

,

The Ref

), who saves the film?s funniest moments as
outtakes during the film?s end credits. Too bad the whole film wasn?t rejected
footage (maybe it was). Is that the mark of a great piece of entertainment? Not if you
have to endure 110 minutes for a pick-me-up on the way out the door. Dragging its feet
between

I Am a Fugitive From a Chain Gang

(released the same year that

Life

finds its "murderers" caught up in the criminal injustice system) and the
camaraderie and bleakness of

The Shawshank Redemption

,

Life

instead is a
sailboat stranded in a windless sea, a comedy slant on

The Bridge on the River Kwai

sinking without the bridge or the river. On the plus side, as slim as the positives are,
production Designer Dan Bishop, Lucy Corrigan?s costumes, Rick Baker?s special
makeup effects, and the camera work by Geoffrey Simpson contribute well to the clean,
evocative look of the multiple period settings that age the characters as they move closed
to present day.

The movie starts out pleasantly enough, with sweet-talking Ray Gibson (Murphy) hustling
and picking pockets in Depression Era Harlem. He self-servingly salvages the life of
morose Claude Banks (Lawrence), one of his victims and otherwise a would-be bank teller in
search of a clean-cut, middle class existence and season tickets to the Yankees. Now
indebted to a swanky gangster and night club owner (Rick "Super Freak" James),
the unlikely duo drive South to pick up 36 cases of bootleg moonshine that brings them
face-to-face with a corrupt and bigoted legal system. Stopping at a boozy blues shack to
imbibe some local flavor, Ray gets scammed at a game of cards, losing his car fare home
and his daddy?s musical, silver pocket watch, a plot device that screams
"I?ll be back." Meanwhile the innocent Claude donates his last two bucks
and then some to the seductive Sylvia (ER and Ally McBeal?s Lisa Nicole Carson). The
local sheriff does a deadly number on the card shark, then trumps up Ray and Claude on a
conrived murder charge. The boys? hooch run instead becomes a one-way, lifelong
ticket to Camp 8 of the Mississippi penal system. Bummer.

So, 30 minutes into the film, we find our New York fish out of their liquid element,
digging ditches and picking asses, er axes. Their alternating funny/sad/poignant escapades
are the lowlights that carry them through the remainder of the film, their home until the
dawn of the next millennium looking more like a glossed-over summer camp than the
horrible, spirit-breaking experience it actually was. Even "the hole," the
solitary confinement shacks, don?t look at that uncomfortable. Invisible barriers
(much like modern electronic dog fences) and stern talk generally prevent any escapes,
although a few dumb attempts are made, either for inane comic effect or for a quick visual
gag. Remember, no such border warnings have been issued to you, the viewer, and you are
free to leave at any time during the screening of this movie. Please be sure not to leave
any personal items behind.

The ensemble criminal elements and redneck jailhouse supervisors (including Nick
Cassavettes) are brought into the picture to provide foils for the stars to bounce jokes,
sentiment, and fantasy off. The former are generally of the profane and bickering variety,
the middle deals with the hatreds and friendships that grow and fade (literally) as some
of the inmates move on to the graveyard abutting the prison, while the latter happens
within the initial 1930s segment, as Ray envisions his new "friends" having a
rip-snorting time enjoying steak, sizzle, and stakes gambling at the opening of his
snazzy, jazzy Boom Boom Room (with whipping-boy Claude along as a bus boy).


The pin-stripers jump
12 years ahead at the hour mark — to a world struggling with World War II. The only
battle on the Southern home front is the warden attempting to have his inmates beat a
rival group of prisoners in baseball. Not exactly earth-shattering, but the arrival of
Can?t Get Right (Bokeem Woodbine), a deaf yet strikingly muscular fellow, brings hope
to Claude and Ray when they discover he can naturally hit the ball a mile (when he?s
not eyeing the current prison warden?s daughter). Their optimism of a pardon to
accompany the ballplayer to his introduction to the Negro Leagues is quickly dashed, but
one of the few genuine attempts at pathos occurs when the warden?s daughter gives
birth to colored baby and, to protect the batsman from loosing his reprieve, the other
convicts all step forward and confess to fathering the child. Yeah, it?s not an
original idea (very little in the slapdash script is), but at least, for a moment,
something worked.

The film leaps forward 28 years to 1972. The odd couple, on the outs for several
decades, rekindle their friendship and find work and sympathy in the house of Warden
Dexter Wilkins (Ned Beatty), who helps correct an ages old miscarriage of justice before
inconsiderately leaving Ray and Claude on freedom?s door without the key.

Poof and it?s 27 years later. A final joke and a merciful fade-out. I leave my
theater cell and head home. Life?s too short to waste your time on

Life

.

“As the world turns, so the b…

March 1st, 2010 by tokilltheking


“As the in seventh heaven turns, so the ball rolls.” –Antique Italian proverb I just made up

Just as my fictitious maxim makes no tail, neither does this film. Opposite from the 1975 James Caan film that inspired it, a film that attempted to be an allegory for controlled violence as a release from the stresses of an uncharitable in the seventh heaven, this newest, 2002 “Rollerball” is little more than an extended promotional trailer for unmistakeable violence. Directed by John McTiernan of all people, he of “Diehard” and “Predator” fame, “Rollerball” is just loud, vulgar, empty, and preposterous. It is truly an obnoxious film.

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The opening cycle sums up the rest of the silent picture. Here we see an all-American boy-next-door named Jonathan (Chris Klein) mindlessly racing down the hills of San Francisco lying bland on what looks like a modified skateboard, as he competes with another dullard dodging cars, trucks, and pedestrians, generally endangering not only their own lives but those of each around them. It’s a thickheaded escapade that encapsulates everything that’s unfitting with the glaze. The movie’s tone demands we take its actions kidding aside, but everything about the video is so blatantly idiotic it cannot be accepted with anything temporary of jaw-dropping incredulity.

Rollerball is assumed to be some kind of (fictional) Significant Asian frisk, a furious intersect between roller derby and ice hockey, using a large stainless-grit one’s teeth ball that a conspire of skaters must dunk into a basket while pushing, kicking, and punching out their opponents. A TV announcer explains the nature of the game, using diagrams no less, but it still makes no sense; with one thing and depart another, it’s all blather. In the movie, rollerball is a tall-time diversion among lower-revenues countries, the citizens of which chance on the sport heavily and brighten on every desperate move the players make. Because he wants to determine a escape away from the slum he’s living in, Jonathan is persuaded by his friend Marcus Ridley (LL Imperturbable J) to go to Asia and participate with a team, where the two men quickly become superstars commanding enormous salaries.

The talented Jean Reno is wasted as Alexei Petrovich, the precede of this wacky sport. He’s a villainous, mercenary, repulsive creature who is but interested in the ratings his sport produces, and thus the profit he makes. He will stop at nothing, including murder, to ensure that people watch his teams, including rigging fabricate accidents to endanger the players, as though the sport of rollerball weren’t pointlessly chancy enough already. The more crazed the carnage, the higher the ratings go.

Suited for its 100 minutes sustained time, you’ll wait in vain payment a movie to happen. In the meantime, you’ll be subjected to a barrage of dark, bleak scenes, uninterrupted yelling and screaming, ostentatious, obnoxious rock music, examine-straining hasty edits, and absolutely no poem or reason. The movie doesn’t peaceful feign to be symbolic in any way; it merely panders to the worst possible aspects of viewer emotions and expects us to believe that everybody is as base as the characters and fans in the story.

Anyway, to come Jonathan discovers the owners are corrupt, the players are corrupt, and the devices officials are corrupt, he lives high on the apothegmatic hog, indulging in extravagant music, loud parties, and loud sports cars. Corrupt and showy: Is there a theme here? Along the way, he also gets to meet Aurora (Rebecca Romijn-Stamos), a match rollerball performer with well-developed assets. And taking a hint from the shower furor in “Starship Troopers,” men and women on rollerball teams share the same locker room, making with a view much gratuitous teat beg. When Jonathan finally does nick on to the corruption on all sides him, he and Ridley decide to hightail it not on of there. Then we be subjected to an extended chase fit the second half of the coat because Petrovich just won’t let them permission. A good ten minutes of this go out after is unaccountably filmed in a green, pea-soup brown study, incidentally, so don’t undertake to adjust your TV set. Above, the blurry lawn color goes well with the metallic blues and muddy grays of the perpetual night the idle about of the silver screen is filtered through. The ending comes not anyone too soon, and it isn’t just inane, it’s neurotic.


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The Fabulous Baker Boys (1989)

February 27th, 2010 by tokilltheking

The music in “The Fabulous Baker Boys” — and I don’t no way Jose the lounge-room pianists’ cocktail-hell playlist — goes to your noddle. Increasingly.

If writer/director Steve (”Racing With the Moon”) Kloves has composed an easy-listening boy-meets-girl and brother-loves-brother plotline for Jeff Bridges, Michelle Pfeiffer and Beau Bridges, he has more than augmented it with miniature human rhapsodies.

“You came in late on ‘Little Green Apples,’ ” complains older, balder Beau, shielding a deeper anxiety about his brother’s growing attraction to new chanteuse Pfeiffer.

“No, Frank,” replies his brother. “You came in early. You’ve been coming in early for a decade.”

They’ve been playing together for more than a decade actually, tinkling before dwindling crowds at places such as The Hula Girl Hideaway. But when gum-chewing bombshell Pfeiffer, who knows how to sell a song (before this she was “on call for the Triple A Dating Service”) makes the duo a trio, business soars.

So do many other things in “Baker Boys”: The collective Bridges-Pfeiffer-Bridges performance for one thing, Michael Ballhaus’s cinematography for another. The man who, among many films, shot Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s “The Marriage of Maria Braun,” Martin Scorsese’s “The Last Temptation of Christ,” James L. Brooks’s “Broadcast News” and Mike Nichols’s “Working Girl,” gives human skin a peachy glow, frames a seduction scene (involving back-caressing and parted lips) that’s the next best thing to being there and, in what amounts to the visual zenith of the movie, paints a champagne-drinking balcony scene with appropriately moonlit intoxication.

In retrospect, as the beguiling screen presence in this threeway encounter dissipates (the facile label for this would be “An American ‘Jules and Jim!!!’ “), some elements could have used richer chords. Has mopey Jeff Bridges chainsmoked and kept his head downcast for 15 years, for instance? And doesn’t his neck hurt? And how did a class act like Pfeiffer get to be for hire, anyway? Also, cameo player Jennifer Tilly plays a bimbo would-be entertainer as if she’s a guest on the Carol Burnett Show.

But this is hindsight dithering over what is, essentially, a thoroughly enjoyable entertainment that should play just about everybody’s strings right. Kloves proves to be quite a plucker.

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On the Line (2001)

February 26th, 2010 by tokilltheking

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Meet Joe Black (1998)

February 23rd, 2010 by tokilltheking

Then disaster strikes — for the lawyer, for the film and for
Pitt’s performance. The lawyer is killed, and next time we see Brad,
he is playing the Angel of Death, who just happens to be incarnated
in the lawyer’s body. Death has chosen well. With his hair bleached
blond, Pitt has never looked better. But whoever cast this movie has
chosen miserably.

It’s not just that Pitt’s performance is bad. It hurts. There were
moments I wanted to cry, “Medic!” Watching Pitt struggle, with
inert face and glazed eyes, to make an audience believe that he knows
all the mysteries of death and eternity is painful. Where was Nicolas
Cage? I’d have taken even Keanu Reeves.


A FUNNY, MENACING DEATH

“Meet Joe Black,” which opens today, is a remake of Mitchell
Leisen’s 1934 classic, “Death Takes a Holiday,” in which Fredric
March played Death as a brooding romantic.

In the new film, from director Martin Brest (“Scent of a
Woman”), Death is partly comic, partly menacing. He’s an innocent
having his first experiences inside a human body — so there’s all
this shtick about his dis
covering peanut butter, for example. He’s also cold and
unsympathetic.

The most curious thing about “Meet Joe Black” is that it’s not
terrible. It should be. First, there’s the black hole of Pitt’s
performance. Then there’s the little fact that the movie goes on for
almost three hours when two would have been plenty.

Yet the picture never quite loses the audience, thanks to gripping
story lines and to the other actors in the cast. Particularly,
Anthony Hopkins.

Hopkins plays a communications magnate named Parrish, a mini-Ted
Turner who, days before his 65th birthday, is visited by Death.
Parrish’s time is up, but Death will let him stay alive as long as
Parrish can keep Death amused by life on Earth. Death accompanies him
everywhere. Parrish introduces him to people as “Joe Black.”

Hopkins’ acting is so emotionally
full that the tiniest moments — as when he improvises Death’s alias
– ring with complexities of thought and feeling. Acting such as
Hopkins’ makes the cinema as rich and full as poetry.


DEATH IS ROMANTIC

“Meet Joe Black” follows two parallel tracks, a business end and a
romantic end. Parrish, an old-time, sleeves-rolled-up entrepreneur,
is trying to fight off a possible merger with a bigger firm.
Meanwhile, Death is taking a romantic interest in Parrish’s daughter
Susan, played by Claire Forlani.

Forlani, in her first big Hollywood film, is shown to best
advantage in her scenes opposite Hopkins, in which we get to see her
abilities go beyond an offbeat beauty. Her scenes with Pitt are more
difficult — he gives her nothing and just stands there like a zombie
while her eyes mist up. Still, Forlani and Pitt have
two of the more kissable lips in movies, so their kissing scenes are
at least pretty.

Yet the romance becomes ridiculous as the movie wears on. Susan is
in love with Joe, not because of anything to do with Joe or Death but
because she met and fell in love with the lawyer, whose spirit
originally inhabited that body.

Despite the soaring soundtrack, this is nothing but a case of
mistaken identity. She doesn’t love Death for his mind but for the
body he stole.

What a bad break. The guy’s cute and he’s straight, but he’s the
Angel of Death.

In three hours, “Meet Joe Black” goes no deeper than that.

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College review

February 21st, 2010 by tokilltheking

Minor Keaton but grave almost any other comedian, and notably better than Harold Lloyd’s The Freshman, whose plot it borrows, with bookworm Buster tough to result himself a jock to win the girl. There is a marvellous sequence in which he apes - perfectly but disastrously - the tricks of a veteran soda-tweak; an serene better one in which he attempts a decathlon of sporting events, but knocks down every single hurdle with metronomic precision, is thrown by the hammer as opposed to of the other spirit through, etc. Rarely was Keaton’s seemliness and athletic skill demonstrated so clearly, balanced if he (understandably) had to include d arrive a double to mount the vast pole vault through a window to rescue the prima donna from assault by her jock admirer.

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