Five Minutes of Heaven. The Troubles, two excellent actors. Reconciliation is not resurrection.
The Ghostwriter. Nice one, Mr Polanski.
Babies. You laugh, you cry and you remember and you are grateful.
Gomorrah. Stark reality. Brutal. None of that glorifying godfather stuff.
J Edgar. Nasty man. Brilliant acting. Who would've thought, Romeo...
The next three days. Nice and fast towards the end.
Bal (Honey). Love, beauty. It breaks your heart. The best film for 2012.
We need to talk about Kevin. Tilda Swinton. Absolutely well done, horribly wonderful.
Salmon fishing in the Yemen. Harmless to hideous. A couple of good laughs. Nada for the rest.
A royal affair. Danish film makers are gifted. Really.
Declaration of war. This brought back lots of memories: waiting in hospital hall ways, hearing my baby cry, breastfeeding with a drip going in her head.
Nothing but the truth. Clever and I'd never thought...
Intouchables. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. So very clever. Fiendishly well made.
Bad Lieutenant. Watching very carefully, looking out for Werner Herzog secrets. I try to imagfine why he did it just so etc. Nicholas Cage is in top form. The happy ending is a surprise, I was expecting death and loss.
Chrigu. A film about death and dying, abour life and living. Honest. No morals. Just.
Micmacs. By the guy who made Amelie. Quirky, funny.
The fantastic Mr Fox. Never mind Wes Anderson and his alleged genius. The book is so much better. And better still is reading it out loud to your daughter before bedtime.
Traffic. The best Soderbergh. Watched it for the third time.
Cheyenne - This must be the place. Oh dear...
The Descendants. This was approved of by all the family. We want George Clooney to move in next door.
Hereafter. Ouch. Clint Eastwood meets "spirituality". Yuk. The Muppet Movie was nicer and even that was crap.
Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Nice and sweet and innocent and all the lovelies acting in it.
The Ides of March. Power corrupts. Power is boring. What's the attraction anyway? I mean it's a good movie, but this is not my world.
What no one knows. Danish. Swedish. Thriller. Good.
Über uns das all. Veddy veddy strange, but deeeeeeeeep.
Drive.He doesn't speak much, he falls in love, he smiles occasionally, never seems to eat, he shoots and kills, and well, he drives. Not bad.
Four Lions. Slightly amusing comedy, not satire. There is a difference, you know.
The private lives of Pippa Lee is boring.
Up at the villa. Based on the novella by W. Somerset Maugham. Well, he's one my favourite English writers. Quite a good job, this film.
Shine a light. I will never, NEVER, delete it from the DVD recorder.
My life without me. The one Isabel Coixet made before The Secret Life of Words. Equally good.
Gone baby gone. A good thriller but I wish Casey Affleck wouldn't mumble so badly.
The Kite Runner. Aren't we glad that Afghanistan is so strange and far away. But we can save one boy from those baddies.
The Tree of Life. Ahem, well, wait a minute??? Anyway, 10 out of 10 for images. But the score... no, it's not ok to just string classical music along to make it sound important.
The Secret Life of Words. Masterfully beautiful, deep. About terrible secrets, man's inhumanity to man, the power of love and healing. Near perfect, incl. the soundtrack.
The Architect. Sepp Bierbichler. Monumental, moody, deep. And THAT fall into the snow.
The Good Shepherd. A bunch of excellent actors. A long and windy story, told calmly and in slow pictures.
The Inheritance. Another one of these clear and detailed Scandinavian films, no gimmicks, no teasers or silly stuff to keep the audience entertained.
True Grit. Great. Funny. Jeff Bridges and Matt Damon and that girl, excellent actors. I loved the language.
In my country. Pity about the love story, could have done without it.
Skagerrak. Scandinavian and Irish, nice little storyline.
The Whistleblower. Woman of great courage, in this horrible world of war we live in. This is a harrowing movie. Reality.
The Infidel. A good laugh, Omid Djalili is a nice rotund Persian Baha'i, who put the fat into fatwa.
Banksy. Exit through the gift shop. Cool, subversive, barely legal, great fun. A guy's thing, but fun.
Invictus. Obviously dramatic and epic and all that. Reminded me of the wonderful fabulous uplifting memorable day Mandela was released and how dumbfounded some of the posh expats were in paradise, staring at me cheering with the locals. I was hoping R would finally be able to explain to me what rugby was all about, after all he went to a rugby school, but he admitted that he is as clueless as ever.
The Ghostwriter. Nice one, Mr Polanski.
Babies. You laugh, you cry and you remember and you are grateful.
Gomorrah. Stark reality. Brutal. None of that glorifying godfather stuff.
J Edgar. Nasty man. Brilliant acting. Who would've thought, Romeo...
The next three days. Nice and fast towards the end.
Bal (Honey). Love, beauty. It breaks your heart. The best film for 2012.
We need to talk about Kevin. Tilda Swinton. Absolutely well done, horribly wonderful.
Salmon fishing in the Yemen. Harmless to hideous. A couple of good laughs. Nada for the rest.
A royal affair. Danish film makers are gifted. Really.
Declaration of war. This brought back lots of memories: waiting in hospital hall ways, hearing my baby cry, breastfeeding with a drip going in her head.
Nothing but the truth. Clever and I'd never thought...
Intouchables. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. So very clever. Fiendishly well made.
Bad Lieutenant. Watching very carefully, looking out for Werner Herzog secrets. I try to imagfine why he did it just so etc. Nicholas Cage is in top form. The happy ending is a surprise, I was expecting death and loss.
Chrigu. A film about death and dying, abour life and living. Honest. No morals. Just.
Micmacs. By the guy who made Amelie. Quirky, funny.
The fantastic Mr Fox. Never mind Wes Anderson and his alleged genius. The book is so much better. And better still is reading it out loud to your daughter before bedtime.
Traffic. The best Soderbergh. Watched it for the third time.
Cheyenne - This must be the place. Oh dear...
The Descendants. This was approved of by all the family. We want George Clooney to move in next door.
Hereafter. Ouch. Clint Eastwood meets "spirituality". Yuk. The Muppet Movie was nicer and even that was crap.
Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Nice and sweet and innocent and all the lovelies acting in it.
The Ides of March. Power corrupts. Power is boring. What's the attraction anyway? I mean it's a good movie, but this is not my world.
What no one knows. Danish. Swedish. Thriller. Good.
Über uns das all. Veddy veddy strange, but deeeeeeeeep.
Drive.He doesn't speak much, he falls in love, he smiles occasionally, never seems to eat, he shoots and kills, and well, he drives. Not bad.
Four Lions. Slightly amusing comedy, not satire. There is a difference, you know.
The private lives of Pippa Lee is boring.
Up at the villa. Based on the novella by W. Somerset Maugham. Well, he's one my favourite English writers. Quite a good job, this film.
Shine a light. I will never, NEVER, delete it from the DVD recorder.
My life without me. The one Isabel Coixet made before The Secret Life of Words. Equally good.
Gone baby gone. A good thriller but I wish Casey Affleck wouldn't mumble so badly.
The Kite Runner. Aren't we glad that Afghanistan is so strange and far away. But we can save one boy from those baddies.
The Tree of Life. Ahem, well, wait a minute??? Anyway, 10 out of 10 for images. But the score... no, it's not ok to just string classical music along to make it sound important.
The Secret Life of Words. Masterfully beautiful, deep. About terrible secrets, man's inhumanity to man, the power of love and healing. Near perfect, incl. the soundtrack.
The Architect. Sepp Bierbichler. Monumental, moody, deep. And THAT fall into the snow.
The Good Shepherd. A bunch of excellent actors. A long and windy story, told calmly and in slow pictures.
The Inheritance. Another one of these clear and detailed Scandinavian films, no gimmicks, no teasers or silly stuff to keep the audience entertained.
True Grit. Great. Funny. Jeff Bridges and Matt Damon and that girl, excellent actors. I loved the language.
In my country. Pity about the love story, could have done without it.
Skagerrak. Scandinavian and Irish, nice little storyline.
The Whistleblower. Woman of great courage, in this horrible world of war we live in. This is a harrowing movie. Reality.
The Infidel. A good laugh, Omid Djalili is a nice rotund Persian Baha'i, who put the fat into fatwa.
Banksy. Exit through the gift shop. Cool, subversive, barely legal, great fun. A guy's thing, but fun.
Invictus. Obviously dramatic and epic and all that. Reminded me of the wonderful fabulous uplifting memorable day Mandela was released and how dumbfounded some of the posh expats were in paradise, staring at me cheering with the locals. I was hoping R would finally be able to explain to me what rugby was all about, after all he went to a rugby school, but he admitted that he is as clueless as ever.
Never let me go. Goodness, no. Grey, beige, slow, tedious. Dystopia. Mournful dystopia. Should be devastating but didn't affect me at all.
Tyrannosaur. Humanity, cruelty, tenderness. And love. Simply moving.
The King's Speech. Nice one, obviously. The "dear, dear man" and his ego and the mean nanny and the country and the war looming. Ever so, ever so.
Punch-Drunk Love. Odd. Weird.
Casino. Fuck this, I gotta tell you, all money and drugs and the wrong girl.
Beginners. Count Dracula is gay and has cancer. The dog cannot talk. The French woman is lovely and everybody is sooo sad.
Remember me. It goes on a bit. The story is nothing much and I felt stuck in a teenage flick for most of it, but well, there's THAT ending.
The curious case of Benjamin Button. Tedious, really. I miss people with real dirt under their fingernails, not always these sqeaky clean fairy tale scenarios.
Thanks! Definitely gonna take you up on some of those. Ha Casino was pretty brutal huh?
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