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  • Universal Soldier: Regeneration

    Universal Soldier: Regeneration

    Hyams may be the only Carpenter student to really learn his rhythm: he doesn't stop at 2.35: 1 & synth fetishism and instead works towards a similar dynamic of compositional tension and steadicam movement. His innovation here is a complimentary matching of this form with his physical players. Chaining the momentum of a steadicam track to Andrei Arlovski, he gives formal expression of the man's strength and danger, as well as of his depersonalized, instrumentalized headspace: evocations of The Shape aren't…

  • Alone


    Nice to be reminded one needn’t settle for Collet-Serra. At its most rote it’s basically theater with its survival/trauma plot, but the pleasures come from watching a skilled formalist ply their trade. Creative use of rack focus, digital light (those flashlight beams), the always pleasing tracking shots through trees, and a generally intelligent sense for the 2.35: 1 frame. The opening act makes great use of the loneliness of backroads and the tunnels of headlights at night. And, to top it off, it concludes with a hyper-physical Hyams fight sequence. Good, sturdy genre cinema.

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    Zombie Flesh Eaters

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    Transformers: Age of Extinction

    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

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