While many of my fellow film connoisseurs were talking up Wes Anderson's first two films, Bottle Rocket and especially Rushmore, I did't really start liking his work until this movie. I know that I'm mostly in the minority when I say this, but his previous two films before Tenenbaums didn't really do anything for me. Now, it has been awhile since I saw those sophomore efforts, so I'd have to watch 'em again to see if my indifference towards them still holds up.
Regardless, he has since become one of my favorite directors of contemporary cinema. As a matter of fact, two of his most recent works, Moonrise Kingdom and Grand Budapest Hotel are, IMO, two of the best films of this decade.
Anderson has a style of storytelling and art direction that is unique, understated, and blends well with the underlying dysfunctional drama that he likes to add into the mix. It's a brand of film-making that will probably never be suited for mass consumption, but it definitely has the potential to satisfy the appetite for those of us movie lovers who, every once in a while, just wanna expand our palettes beyond that of a typical popcorn flick.
With names like Gene Hackman, Bill Murray, Gwyneth Paltrow, Ben Stiller and Angelica Houston,
it's no surprise that as far as dark comedies go,
The Tenenbaums are what you might call the royal family of aristocratic and eccentric dysfunction.
8 months, 2 weeks ago
Kevin Costner reaches his career peak in this non-stereotypical tale of how the West was truly won. A really great movie that really was one KC's last great movies.
If you were to take all the things that were wrong with Coster's follow-up flicks, like Waterworld and the Postman,
irradiate them with the energies that bind, compose and allow the Bizarro world to exist (i.e. "the opposite"), then what you would get would be this movie.
I tried it once.
8 months, 3 weeks ago
In this this Spielberg classic, the otherworlders have made contact.
And at first, that makes us humans afraid.
But when we finally come face to face with 'em, we realize that the fear we felt was based more on own insecurities than it was on these bug-eyed long-fingered lil' grey angels from space (although, you have to admit, the fact that they have a knack of kidnapping a few of our jet-fighters, not to mention a kid or two, and then instill mental images of their landing site in own minds, urging us to ruin a plateful of perfectly good mash potatoes, doesn't help much to quell our apprehension of the little buggers).
To this day, even with jaded eyes overwhelmed with modern CGI gimmicktry , the special effects in Close Encounters, combined with their elegant integration to the story's premise,
this film still leaves me with a sense of awe after each viewing.
The kind of awe that I used to feel as kid whenever I would look up all the stars in the sky on clear summer night, and wonder at all of the possibilities that must've been up there.
I wish a UFO would come down and fly my fat, hairy pimp-ass away into the limitless potential of space.
(Sans anal-probes, of course.)
8 months, 4 weeks ago