“One hundred years ago on the 21st of April, out in the waters around Spivey Point, a small clipper ship drew toward land...”
This is the kind of thing that makes a worldview; the classic “hollywood” film you prize above all else. If I had to save one technicolor movie I might choose this at the expense of Black Narcissus and The Red Shoes, so thank god I’ll never have to make that call. This is the kind of movie that helped me see what I wanted from movies, and what movies too infrequently give.
I was pleased not to have to write specifically about this movie because I wasn't in the mood to deconstruct why it works so well. It's amazing and tense. It fucking shreds. Isn't that enough? For once I didn't have to think overlong about character and whether or not I liked anyone or cared about their journey. Unlike Revolver it's not that kind of movie. Ritchie's in shark mode here, which revealed something kind of interesting about him. In…
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Maybe it's me but there's something kind of cheap and tawdry about giving your character a sort of accentuated handicap and playing it for scares? The treatment of Charlie broke the spell the movie attempts to cast in the first ten minutes. She produces a chocolate bar from her pocket that neither parent knows the origins of, hinting that she's one of those magic children movies love that just does things to which the parents of a heavily troubled…