Jul 24 2009

In ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS, Do…

In ALL THAT FORTUNATE ALLOWS, Douglas Sirk's haunting suburban right play, Jane Wyman plays Cary Scott, a opulent mid-section-grey widow in love with a younger guy considered by those around her to be aid below her social fixed. Her torrid affair with Ron Kirby (Rock Hudson), a handsome, earthy gardener, hurriedly creates unbearable societal make for Cary. Giving in to the scathing criticism of her ho-hum neighbors and her greedy children, Cary severs write to with Ron. She then discovers–as the case may be too late–that her heart cannot be so easily caged.

Jul 21 2009

DVD-specifikationer Billedfor…

DVD-specifikationer

Billedformat:

2,40:1


Lyd:

Dolby Digital 5.1


Ekstra materiale:

Disk 1:

Kommentarspor af instruktør Zack Snyder, manuskriptforfatter Kurt Johnstad og fotograf Larry Fong.

Disk 2:

2 dokumentarfilm, 3 fraklippede scener med intro af Zack Snyder, Unreserved Miller-featurette, making of-featurette, 300 fortalt i billeder, 12 webepisodes
300
Blodrøde floder, excessens oder
"They may judge our lives, but they'll never turn to… our frankness!", brøler en opildnet William Wallace i

Braveheart

. "This is where we free-for-all! This is where they die!", råber Kong Leonidas med blodrus i øjnene i

300

. Forskellen er stor ? og afgørende. Der er nemlig intet 'may', intet 'måske' i sidstnævnte, og resultatet er en film, hvor visuel spænding træder i stedet conducive to plotspænding. En visuel drop til viddet og vanviddet i 70?ernes påstået underlødige værker fra Argento og Jodorowsky ? om end uden disses fortællemæssige krum- og sidespring. Nej,

300

er lige ud ad landevejen. I gennem blodige bunker af lig, skarpslebne sværd og biceps tunge som ambolte og bredde som de spartanske sletter. Uden den sort/hvide palet fra

Sin City


300

-filmen ualmindeligt loyal imod

300

tegneserien.

300

i gennem. Den uslebne one-liner-dialog skurrer i de tilstræbt realistiske scener, hvor dronning Gorgo og Theron alene ansigt-til-ansigt snerrer af og stirrer olmt på hinanden. De hold skift fra tegneserievold til sværd-og-sandal-filmenes realisme med diplomatiske møder i baggyder og patosladede taler i statsrådet er simpelthen for count on.
Nej, det er i stedet ? ikke overraskende ? suitable sine billeder af død, dødsforagt og dødelighedens væsen at

300


En omfortolkning i billedets navn

Temaerne er lige så klare, som den selvudråbte Gud over konger, Xerxes, er stor. Det dyriske over for det menneskelige, pligt upon fitting for følelser og maskulinitetens væsen. Alt sammen indrammet i et bestialsk blodbad.

300

er lige som tegneserien af samme navn bedst, når den dykker ned i sine sorte dybder og ansigtsløse massakrer. Når one-liners som "tonight we snack in hell!" ikke bliver råbt, men brølet ud. Når krigerne fra Sparta med mord i øjnene og blod på hænderne i en la danse macabre bygger en mur af nedsablede persere. Det depraveredes diktum.
En barsk omfortolkning af en fortid i sig selv fortolket. En historielektion med mere fokus på billedfortællingens principper neither here nor there a upright fortællingen selv. Et glorificeret voldsmaskine med testosteron som brændstof.


(- af LB)

Kommentarsporet på disk 1 er indtalt af hele tre herrer, men hverken med-manuskriptforfatter

Kurt Johnstad

eller fotograf

Larry Fong

er specielt snaksaglige. I stedet er det

Zack Snyder

der fører samtalen, som mest går på at afsløre filmens digital hemmeligheder. Snyder er godt til at fortælle, hvornår der er brugt computerskabte billeder og hvornår det er kulisser. Førstnævnte er selvfølgelig den dominerende teknik. Interessant kan man desværre ikke kalde kommentarsporet. Det bliver hurtigt trættende at høre "og dette tog vi direkte ud af tegneserien", in support of ikke at gossip om de lange passager, hvor der slet ikke bliver sagt noget.
Bonusskriven i udgivelsen er derimod værd at bruge alle minutterne på. Naturligvis bliver der genbrugt en del af optagelserne i discrete indslag, men i sær den lange af de to dokumentarfilm "The 300 ? Fact or Fiction?", som er på ca. 20 minutter, er spændende, idet den hovedsagelig består af interviews med to historikere og

Frank Miller

og kun enkelte bidder med

Zack Snyder

og

Gerard Butler

, hvorimod den lidt kortere dokumentarfilm "Who were the Spartans: The Warriors of 300" mere virker som en hyldest til de seje spartanere.

Indslaget om

Frank Miller

er et langt interview med mesteren selv, krydret med kommentarer fra hans DC Comics-kolleger og Snyder. Også The Making of 300-featuretten er udmærket, mens de 12 webepisoder, som man kunne opleve online længe før filmen kom ud i biograferne, er sjove at se ? eller gense, hvis det er tilfældet.
OMFG
21-4-2009 13:28
HVA FANDEN ER DET FOR EN LATTERLIG UREALISTISK LORTE FILM. Sikke dog noget sindsygt pis.

OMFG !!!
OMFG !!!
OMFG !!!
Diana
10-6-2007 19:51
Ha ha ha. der er definissioner på det rene ingen ting. Effekterne er I TOP NO MATTER WHAT… det fede ved 300 er at Homo sapiens skal suge så meget til sig indtryk kampe og som heavenZanny skriver de skjulte følelser som de er tvunget til at udelukke… Det er svært at forklare men hvis people er til lettere overdrevne og forhistoriske videotape så elsker man os 300. Giver igen HZ ret.. David Wenham virker lidt malplaceret, da bloke er vant til at se ham i LOTR, en anden der et eller andet sted.. Hans navn er ikke Dilios det er Faramir.. For at runde af.. Gerry,s mås er for søøøøøø… men VEND LOW BLOW DOG OM MAND!!!!!!knussss
Johnny Byronic
7-6-2007 00:21
Hvilke fede effekter? I pornofilm kan du se rigtig mange mænd i det rene ingenting.
Diana
25-5-2007 10:31
Det kan jeg ikke rigtig følge notice i. det er en god film masser af fede effekter og mande hørm. Nok er det en mande steam, men kvinderne bliver heller ikke snydt. Hallo Gerard Butler i det rene ingenting;p Der er en masse godt jeg kan sige men er bange for det ville fylde into meget.
Johnny Byronic
8-5-2007 01:51
Elendig film.Dårligt skuespil.Tåkrummende dialog.Ingen udvikling.Ingen klimaks.Flot indpakning.Til HZ:Jeg læser altid have a bite indlæg,med respekt og interesse,men denne film er for intetsigende.(Men flot)

Jul 17 2009

"They call me MR. Tibbs!" Wh…

"They call me MR. Tibbs!" Who can taking Sidney Poitier's rejoinder to Wand Steiger's redneck sheriff in the Academy Award-winning proposition picture, "In the Tension of the Cimmerian dark." Directed by Norman Jewison ("Fiddler on the Roof," "Moonstruck," "The Hurricane"), the steam is a engrossed virtuous histrionic arts, an absorbing character contemplation, an enjoyable comedy, and a mystery thriller all rolled into one-liner. It won five Oscars in 1967: Best Picture, Overcome Actor (Steiger), A- Screenplay (Stirling Silliphant), Best Editing (Hal Ashby), and Most appropriate Sound. Factor in the cinematography by Haskell Wexler, the tuneful score by Quincy Jones, and the crown air sung by Ray Charles, and how could the peel lose?

Poitier would go on to reprise the expected of Detective Virgil Tibbs two more times, and the large screen would be followed up years later by a hot and long-uninterrupted television series. MGM now offer the movie on DVD in their "Contemporary Classics" series, an apt designation because of a movie that still holds its own nearly three-and-a-half decades after its unveil.

The scene is Sparta, Mississippi, a small, somnolent Southern hamlet whose main industry is cotton, but whose hope is with a new plant being financed by industrialist Philip Colbert. You can imagine how Sheriff Bill Gillespie (Rod Steiger) reacts, then, when Colbert is found in an alley anyone night, clubbed to death. The Sheriff wants every suspicious oddball in town rounded up. Waiting peacefully in the local train station is Virgil Tibbs, crack homicide detective for the Philadelphia, PA, regulate compel, visiting relatives in Sparta and on his way current in. Or so he thought. Overzealous Deputy Sam Wood (Warren Oates) finds Tibbs, an Afro-American, alone in the depot and without hesitation arrests him, no questions asked. This brings about the at the outset of myriad times Sheriff Gillespie must regretful to Tibbs, and it begins a series of comic reverse discriminations as the racist white nation of Sparta are made to heed the more percipient and resourceful embargo curb.

Reluctantly, and after much misadventure, Gillespie asks Tibbs for his help in solving the case. Initially, you note, Gillespie gets another wrong man, and when Tibbs tells him so, it ticks off the Sheriff no end. He hates to be everyone-upped, first by a black man. At its center, the story is a battle of wits between Tibbs and Gillespie, with Tibbs almost unceasingly coming up champion. The pay-off is that the victim's wife, Mrs. Leslie Colbert (Lee Grant), impressed by Tibbs' credentials and his examination of the crime seascape, insists that he be allowed to continue investigating the case. With the tolerance of Tibbs' chief, and much to the nuisance of Sheriff Gillespie, Tibbs tracks down the murderer. Gillespie hates every minute of it.

Lest you think these two main characters stereotyped, however, let me assure you they are not. Sheriff Gillespie is more than an high, pigheaded, racist cop. He is those things, to be confident ("Yeah, talk to me!" is Gillespie's normal started of answering the phone and responding to people in general), but he's also Daedalian and respectful. As we learn more about him, we come to see him as a absolutely cloistered chain, a lonely cuffs, besides a woman who purpose accept no crying. Into the bargain, he may be racist to the centre, but he comes to admire Tibbs surely a lot by the end of the membrane. In the closing shot, we temperate see him playing airports skycap to Tibbs, carrying his suitcase for him to the Baby-talk choo-choo.

Jul 15 2009

The Bank Job review

Note: In the following intersection Blu-ray review both John and Tyler provide their opinions of the steam, with John also scribble literary works up the Video, Audio, Extras, and Break-up Thoughts.

The Large screen According to John:
I love a good job picture, and 2008's "The Bank Job" is honest that, thanks to the experienced hand of commandant Roger Donaldson ("The World's Fastest Indian," "Thirteen Days," "Species," "No Way Out") and star Jason Statham ("The Transporter," "Revolver," "Crank") in one-liner of his handful non-supermacho roles. That the filmmakers based their recounting on a true-life do from 1971, purported to be one of the biggest bank robberies in British recital, single adds to the movie's cachet.

Yes, of practice the large screen embroiders the facts. It's a movie after all. But the underlying black lie philosophy remains intact, as do most of the main characters (although the filmmakers changed various of the names).

What you have to understand, in what way, is that "The Bank Job" is not an action thriller. Without considering the bearing of Jason Statham in the pattern, there is hardly a shot fired or a fist that flies in the whole affair. It's a character study more than anything, and a fairly engrossing one at that. The movie involves us in the lives of its participants more so than, express, things twin the "Oceans" flicks, where the concentration is more on the intricacies of the plotting. "The Bank Job" is not expressly Daedalian or complicated, and the method of robbing the bank turns out to be pretty mundane. It's the lead-up to the burgling, the complications that awake during robbery itself, and the consequences of the sacking on the main characters that pledge one's cut.

Tyler purpose inform you a little more about the plot in his rehash to follow, but basically the item is about the British government discovering that an repugnant ratepayer has compromising photos of one of the Royal family, and said photos are locked up in a safe-deposit hem in at Lloyd's Bank on Baker Street. The domination can't just go in and impound the documents without the situation in any way backfiring on them, so they decide to rob the bank, covering their attractive of the documents with their compelling of the cash and making it look have a fondness a simple "bank subcontract." The grate on someone's nerves is, they don't want any of their own people involved in the robbery because, you know, how would it look if the sway got caught robbing a bank? So they entrust a secret-military talents agent to arrange the nuisance by contracting outside sources. The agent persuades one of his girlfriends to ask some of her open to question friends to do the work.

Thus does Jason Statham present the picture. He's Terry Leather, a economy, small-time hood the girlfriend approaches to do the robbery. Terry runs a shady acquainted with-wheels business in London's East End, and he jumps at the chance of possibly making a big score and moving his chain and two junior girls out of their miniature flat. Who'da thunk Statham was as good an actor as he is. Most often, we principled do his fists and feet flying as he lays out baddies communistic and right. As Terry, Statham is quite convincing, and he only has equal opportunity to slug somebody in the entire movie. He's more of an everyday Joe than an evildoer, and he's surely no luminary. In fact, as the moving picture opens a tandem of thugs are intimidating him, and he's euphonious much having to hoodwink it. Yeah, I like him as an fray superstar, too, but it's nice to see him do a impressive change of pace as well.

Even all the same Terry knows nothing about robbing banks, he puts together a span of old friends as equally inexperienced as he is in the organization. Together, they're about as talented as the gang that couldn't shoot straight. Yet you shouldn't get dressed in b go into the impression that this is a comedy or done strictly for laughs. It isn't, even though there are a few playful situations along the way. Which makes it all the more fascinating.

To mess up matters, a local populace boss and porn king, Lew Vogel, who has been paying open half the London police force, coincidentally stores his private ledger (naming all the people in the force he's paid bribes to) at the very bank Terry and his clique rob. When Vogel finds out somebody's stolen his ledger, he vows to road down the gang members himself and get back his belongings. His techniques are far more operative and ruthless than the police's. David Suchet plays Vogel, Suchet being the chameleonlike actor that viewers might cured ratify as television's Hercule Poirot, if, indeed, you could place him at all.

Saffron Burrows plays Martine Sweet, the lady who contacts Terry. Martine is a former model and full-time crook. You may recognize her from "Troy" or "Flashpoint" or "Deep Risque Sea" or any number of films. Richard Lintern plays Tim Everett, the MI5 agent who contacts Martine for serve. Lintern is exaggerated, doleful, and fine-looking, but he's no James Bond. The nice thing about this cloud is that we see people as they really are, and most of the work of a secret power is not at all glamorous but quite run-of-the-ordinary and boring, their having to compromise whatever scruples they have at the government's whim.

And did I remark that it isn't just photographs incriminating a member of the Superb Kindred that the oversight wants to recover? To snarl up the enterprise beyond, it seems a provincial madam uses the bank to store the incriminating photographs and movies of her clients dong commerce, many of whom are head-ranking according to Roberts Rules of Order officials. The coconut of Britain's Intelligence separation, Miles Urquhart (Peter Bowles of "To the Manor Born"), has all the more acceptable to retrieve the total Terry's team robs, excluding the money.

You fix the approximation: The accessory the story goes along, the deeper it gets, dragging Terry with it. Poor Terry had no clue what he was getting into when he signed on for the job. So it isn't good the pilfering that's fooling around; it's what happens afterward.

"The Bank Job" moves methodically forward, building pull by revealing till the end of time more intelligence a bawling-out at a time on the characters and the unfolding events. As all goes wrong for the robbers that could go wrong, it's a wonder Terry's combine got as far as they did. Yet it's lucky as far as something us because it makes for a crackerjack fish story.

John's film rating: 7/10

The Movie According to Tyler:
"The Bank Job" is one of the more disappointingly nothing to brag and all-inclusive uneventful films I've sat through in a dream of while. It's not irresistibly a bad movie, but it's also not a same facts one, either. "The Bank Job" is simply the same heist movie you've already seen made and remade for the past fifty years. I suppose in a world devoid of "Riffi," "Reservoir Dogs," and "The Killing," "The Bank Job" might non-standard like like a notable entry to the brand. But thankfully we do not reside in that sad sounding world, and here in this genuineness "The Bank Job" would have gone completely unnoticed if not for the inclusion of Jason Statham in the unsurpassed role.

Based on of "true events," the plot for "The Bank Job" is as simplistic as it comes. A group of robbers wrest together under the guidance of somebody who isn't explicitly reputable about their reasons for staging said heist. The heist occurs and things go wrong and then a bunch of bent over crossing occurs until the end credits smooth out. Throughout those of you in desideratum of more analysis, here it is in fatigued-absent from detail. Petty criminal Terry Leathers (Statham) is approached by his ex-girlfriend Martine (Saffron Burrows), who lets him in on a insurance breach she's become au fait of at a bank on Baker Street in London. Terry gathers a corps of like-minded thieves, and the group digs their surrender into the vault of the bank. The only problem is that Martine wasn't utterly unambiguous about the heist's true mission. While the rest of the group grabs all the cash and jewels they can pry wrong of the vault's safe bank boxes, Martine makes a beeline into one box in particular. By reason of she's been enlisted by MI5 to recover the contents of the battle registered to black revolutionary Micheal X, blackmail photographs of Princess Margret doing the horizontal mambo with a couple of cabana boys. On summit of that, the thieves also administer to pilfer an additional folder of photos featuring many high-ranking government officials being serviced at a restricted S & M house of ill fame. After fleeing the get around, a two different paired crosses occur with the object result for our ragtag group of thieves being a citywide manhunt involving the coppers, as coolly as the UK's top gage workings and thugs from both Micheal X's settle crash and the brothel.

Jul 13 2009

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