Criterion's Bergman set is an extensive behemoth with 37 feature-lengths and two documentaries. So it's odd that Face to Face wasn't included because the cerebral anguish is relative to his earlier stuff. (I'm guessing they couldn't secure the rights?) In any case, this mostly reminded me of Cries and Whispers as a frantic look at mental illness, while interspersed with Wild Strawberries and its unnerving dream sequences. Since I'd gladly rave for those, feeling mixed is a bit of a…
Reducing this to a "hangout" movie is a bit naïve. There are numerous arcs (outside of the group!) which evolve into one of the great provincial dramas ever made. And while the five men are aimless drifters who are supported by their families ("The Layabouts" is its English title) there are also abundant social truths on what it means to be resourceful. Simply put, Fellini switched from the carnivalesque mania in Variety Lights and The White Sheik, by revealing a…
Most casual viewers would recall John Hughes' coming-of-age misfits, the raunchier shtick in Porky's, or those hangout days in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. On a more pungent note, there stood a revengeful, satirically anti-suicide black comedy which subverted American teen society with its cynical eyes. This movie is hilariously nasty, ahead of its time and still relevant. Oh, right, and I get some sadistic smirk as liquid drainer is misled to be a hangover cure!
Nowadays, it sheds a…
Mark Wahlberg: Get off my property! You need a warrant!
Federal Agent: MY FACE... IS MY WARRANT.
Not sure if you filmed enough low-angle shots of buff bodies, Bay.
Sound and fury signifies fuck all once again.
Literally 50 minutes of third-act city destruction in Beijing.
Corporation-y, government something something, serious talk from non-entity people.
Sunsets, explosions and leggy women.
More of the same except this time I somehow had to switch off buttons I never knew existed.