Film This Weekend at the Movies
posted by September 12 at 17:53 PMon
Plenty to see! Plenty to do! Plenty to not see! Plenty of air conditioned theaters available!
Opening this week:
The new Coen brothers’ comedy Burn After Reading, a movie I like more and more the longer I think about it: “Burn After Reading is sillier and less thematically cohesive than Fargo or Raising Arizona, but it takes a turn exactly one hour in that reminds you just how fucked-up and brilliant the Coens can be. Brad Pitt is involved.”
Paul Constant very much enjoyed Momma’s Man at Northwest Film Forum: “It sounds like an underbaked Will Ferrell bomb, but Momma’s Man actually more closely resembles 2006’s Old Joyóit certainly shares that film’s patient pacing and oblique sentimentalityóor the funny, pathetic sadness of a Chris Ware cartoon.”
Paul Constant very much didn’t enjoy Cthulhu: “Waggish critics will probably comment that Tori Spelling puts in the best performance of the movie, but that’s a lazy zinger: Her acting is exactly as bad as everyone else’s.”
Or Trumbo: “Aspiring documentarians should watch Trumbo as an example of what not to do: The film tells us how charming the man is, but they don’t show us much of anything. Instead, it’s just a bunch of famous people talking at you for an hour and a half about the First Amendment. This isn’t a testament to an underappreciated talent, it’s a boring-ass middle-school civics class.”
And finally, as has been mentioned before, special guest reviewer Diane Keaton is none too pleased about having been left out of The Women: “Hey, Hollywood. Write this down. Next time you make a two-hour vaginal suppository that hasn’t met a feminine clichť it didn’t dip in chocolate and shove down America’s gullet (smoking, shopping, cheating, faked orgasms, diets, supermodels, bubble baths, hunger, water breaking, Botox), maybe you should do your job and fucking call Diane Keaton. Bitches.”
And in Limited Runs:
Paul Constant fucking luuuved Viva: “Itís been a long time since Iíve seen an homage film as note-perfect and entertaining as Viva. Itís a callback to early ’70s sexploitation films, where busty blondes refer to whiskey and a copy of Playboy as ‘coffee and the morning paper,’ where orgies are the Greatest Thing Ever, and women are expected to cook and clean in transparent lingerie.”
Charles Mudede wrote this really, really funny sentence about Audition aka Competition: “The pleasures of this documentary (or at least I think itís a documentary) can only accessed by that extraordinary type of human being whose life is utterly meaningless when itís not directed toward the painfully slow activity of accumulating more and more knowledge about very rare Czech films.”
AND FINALLY, I just noticed that I totally fucked up and left some ancient information for Soul Nite! in the print edition. Soul Nite! at the NWFF is not, in fact, “Thurs July 31 at 8 pm.” It was actually last night, September 11, at 8 pm. My apologies to anyone patiently waiting for next July to roll around.