Don't Bother
[See “Entry from August 6, 2008” under “My Diary”]
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Unmade Beds by Nicholas Barker is the sort of picture I would normally hate: a kind of heightened documentary that is not really, as it purports to be, straightforward interviews with four single adults in New York but rather staged interviews in which each of the subjects has been given a chance to work up…
Readers may remember my reservations about the all-but universally praised L.A. Confidential a few months ago — a film which I note continues to garner award after award from less fastidious critics. Yet, thought I, what was the point of a movie in which everybody but a couple of utterly self-absorbed heroes is basically scum?…
Once old men used to tell the war stories from their youth; now they tell the anti-war stories. Both should be taken with a grain of salt.
Do old people still fall in love? For sure. But does anybody really want to watch them doing it?
Another funny, touching film about the relations between fathers and sons from the director of The Lost Embrace
The problem with L’Homme du Train (The Man on the Train), directed by Patrice Leconte (La Veuve de Saint-Pierre, La Fille Sur La Pont, Ridicule) and written by Claude Klotz (Le Mari de la Coiffeuse) is its very French notion of redemption through crime. Like last year’s Sur Mes LPvres (Read My Lips) by Jacques…
