since people on this blog are clearly bored, here’s a crackling recommendation. in sherrybaby, which is hereby joining my best-of-2006 list with full grades, sherry is an ex-con just out of jail and on her way to the halfway home that is to be her domicile. in the halfway home, she immediately does two things, in the following order: 1) she calls her child, to whom she’s not talked for three years (the child is about four), and 2) she fucks the director. this is pretty much what she does for the rest of the film, too: she attempts to establish a connection with her child, and she has lots of sex. sex seems to be the only way sherry knows of connecting with people and, for a change, these connections are not the abusive, exploitative, violent type films about dysfunctional women tend to portray. the men sherry beds may not all be rescuers, but they are all right. director laurie collyer is hell-bent on not giving us targets for easy judgment. even when sherry gives a matter-of-fact, bored blow-job to an employment counselor who’s understandably reluctant to put her to work in a kindergarten, you don’t hate the guy. he’s got a lousy job, and it’s not like he asked. Continue reading sherrybaby/maggie gyllenhaal
Day: February 8, 2007
My review of Smokin’ Aces, in bad Portuguese
Aces de Smokin de Joe Carnahan ‘ em suas mais melhores rachaduras um leer Louco-Cão-embebido, meth-abastecido como funciona seus crazies e criminosos assorted com seus ritmos. Chame-o noir carny: frequentemente engraçado, superaquecido, geralmente divertimento. Mas, como o carnival, a pelÃcula pode ser um bocado muito. Você termina sentir como talvez você não deve ter gastado tudo que dinheiro, consumido todo esse açúcar. Talvez alguns dos passeios não eram realmente divertimento, nem estavam tentando a duramente ter o divertimento. A pelÃcula desliza, também, em um tipo de (sincere? ao menos) histrionics quasi-quasi-sincere que sentiu silly. Após o quinto close-up da cara puffy de Jeremy Piven e rachado, redrimmed, os olhos rasg-enchidos, ele sentiu mais como prestar atenção a um clown dolorosa sad do que um homem na borda. Ainda, eu recomendo: Jason Bateman sozinho vale a pena o preço da admissão. Mas — Giovanna & Mauer — você sabe que minha recomendação deve absolutamente ser ignorada, e scoffed em, por você, direito? Você odiaria este.