This wasn’t as good as it was cracked up to be (Best Picture, Comedy or Musical, at the Golden Globes?), but it made for fine airplane fare. It was fun, and mostly witty and nice to look at. Lots of attractive people, clothes and cars and baubles and all that… it passed the time.
Is it fair to say that this is Park Chan-wook at his most restrained? And most elegant. Which is appropriate, given the tale at hand, and its source material. It’s great to look at, and very solidly structured. My only real complaint is how easy it is to see what is coming, during the second third of the film…
I like Wes Anderson best when he doesn’t have doesn’t have actual actors being so quirky. It’s better, and less cloying, when puppets are put into these situations, and saying these lines.
Even if the lines are in Japanese. Would I have liked this film as much if there were no Japan connection? I’m not certain. And I’m also not sure about the racist charges that the film seems to be attracting. Again, maybe because I know that Japan is… like this?
At any rate, first-rate eye candy, as usual. Superb attention to detail. I liked it.
This should be fertile ground for Whit Stillman, that lover of manners, class mores, and dialogue. And it’s enjoyable, but somehow lacks the punch of his more contemporary efforts – watch them first!
Not a major work. Not, apparently, very historically accurate. Not as interesting as basically any other Greenaway film that comes to mind.
And yet, still compelling enough to want to watch through to the end, which says something about the director… If you like penises and food poisoning, check it out!
I had no idea that this was a vampire movie. Sorry if I just spoiled it for you…
Yet another bloodsucker story, updated to the present, with flashbacks going back a couple of hundred years. There’s no pretense at explaining the how or the why, and the ritual for actually becoming a vampire is one I haven’t seen before – it’s not a matter of simply being bitten and thereby “infected”…
Sort of an interesting slant – a coming of age, “I don’t want to be a vampire, this whole thing sucks!” (pun intended) sort of thing. But then love intervenes… and they’ll live undead happily ever, ever, ever after?
Kafka meets the cast of Brazil in a skyscraper, where they re-enact Mad Max, if it were cast mainly with stewardesses from 1960s-era Pan Am, and some soccer hooligans.
I spent most of the movie thinking that Tom Hiddleston was Michael Fassbender…
Wow. Who needs a plot? Just shoot zombies in the head. Drive around a bit. Repeat.
A little bit of backstory would’ve been good. What happened to start the zombie apocalypse? How is the disease transmitted? (“Something in the air” – really?!) Why do they produce gas? How do they run on their own gas at night but not during the day? Why is gasoline no longer flammable? Why don’t the normal people make themselves known to other normal people immediately, rather than risk being shot? What has the government/military to do with all of this?
Yeah, lots of questions. Very few answers. And not really very much fun.
Colin Farrell and Rachel Weisz are not the first people I would think to cast in this “absurdist dystopian black comedy.”* Oh hell, here’s the first bit from Wikipedia:
“David discovers that his wife has left him for another man, and is escorted to a hotel. The hotel manager reveals that singles have 45 days to find a partner, or they will be transformed into an animal; David’s dog is his brother, for example. David chooses a lobster, due to their life cycle and his love of the sea. David makes acquaintances with Robert, a man with a lisp, and John, a man with a limp, who become his quasi-friends. John explains that he was injured in an attempt to reconnect with his mother, who had been transformed into a wolf.
The hotel has many rules and rituals: masturbation is banned, but sexual stimulation by the hotel maid is mandatory, and guests attend dances and watch propaganda extolling advantages of partnership.”
Sound interesting? Watch it.
Having had a meal at Noma, I was of course intrigued to see this. It’s interesting to learn about the personalities and lives of the chefs whose food we have eaten, and this is no exception. In some cases it’s a letdown, and I wouldn’t want to go back. Not the case with René Redzepi. I’d go back in a heartbeat.