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Smith's "grown-up" film apparently.
Didn't go watch it at the cinema because it was a "rom-com", didn't have Mewes in. No "Tell him Steve-Dave", no Walt Flanagan. Rated 12. Had Jennifer Lopez in. Had a moppet in. Had a trailer with Bennifer crying lots.
But rented yesterday in boredom and watched with a "Go on then Lunchbox" attitude.
Loved it. Sure there's no Mewes or Smith's usual schtick.
But there are Star Wars references, 2 f####, 3 S###, gay-porn jokes, George Carlin, non-cheesy romance bits, "J-Lo" dying in the 1st 20 mins.
Don't let the fact it's a "nice" film put you off, it's still Smith 100% -just less surface level vulgar with few cursives.
Still has a sparkly-sharp wit, manages to dig at Will Smith and a few others. Jason Lee & Matt Damon cameos and a couple of very fleeting Viewaskewniverse references.
Well worth watching, and can serve as a nice intro to Smith for your conservative ladyfriend. She'll say "That was really really good". At which point you bring out (from your already prepared overnight bag) Mallrats & Chasing Amy and introduce her to Smith-proper.
21 Grams.
Goatboy Capsule Review - Absolute stylised ass.
From the Mexican that brought you Amores Peres, this is a pointless study in designer misery and pointless anguish - replete with a "haunting" score that's been nicked from Paris, Texas and Mike Olfield.
There will be spoilers ahead, but don't worry because it's a vacous film that attempts to be meaningful and simply drowns under the symbollocks.
Ok, here's how to tell 21 Grams in 4 sentences.
Benecio Del Toro runs over the husband and 2 daughters of Naomi Watts.
She allows her husband's heart to be transplanted into sick Sean Penn.
Sean Penn & Naomi Watts do sex and want to kill Del Toro.
Penn shoots himself in the chest and dies.
The End.
Now, if you want to be hailed as a "striking new talent" and other generic cliches? Take the above 4 sentences and chop them up, Pulp Fiction style, and splinter the narrative.
Give little backflashes and flashforwards, in an attempt to be edgy and hip but merely leave the viewer thinking "Man, Del Toro got fat" and "Naomi Watts has nice teats".
Show Penn in hospital. Flash to him in the car shot with Del Toro driving and Watts being screaming in the back so you think "Wow, they know each other!!!!!".
Show Del Toro's past, show Penn's past, show nothing at all of Watts except nipples and screaming in anguish.
If you want to spend time watching unhappy people being anguished and miserable? Watch Magnolia. That's done with a lot more grace and poetry, verve and nerve than simply chopping a mediocre soap-opera plot into pieces and throwing filters on to wow the audience.
But hey, I'm sure you watched it and loved it, because you're hip and edgy and this film is a handy badge of cred-cool you can flash to your impressed mates and stuff.
Don't bother with 21grams.
Watch Magnolia for the pain, City of God for the stylised splintered narrative and Traffice for a filtered, heavy-set Del Toro being cool.
I really thought that was going to be a good film, but it wasn't.
Del Toro is fat and talks about Jesus to a beardy man, Penn coughs and argues with a Brit woman who is, quite possibly, the worst actress in a major role ever. Naomi Watts just screams like she's on Nemesis and then shows her jugs. The End.
Feel free to jumble up that summary in some profoundly profound dada-like imagery that will have critics foaming to suck you off, whilst you chuckle quietly and wonder how nobody saw the welding of Traffic's style to The Crossing Guard's pretend misery and soul searching.
I'm quite interested in seeing this 2 and a half hour version that's coming next year. Not as much as I want to see Clerks 2 though.
I liked 21 Grams. I just did. I'd watch Del Toro in anything. And Naomi Watts was pretty bloody good, actually. Sean Penn can go suck a dick-flavoured lollipop for all I care, I stopped listening to his cause of righteousness and anti-establishment when he appeared on Friends.
Are you sure?
Bloody 'ell.
21grams isn't heavy or important, it just creaks and groans under the weight of wanting to be something deep and meaningful. But, for me, it was simply an exercise in coffeetable-book philosophy on "life" and whatever. Naomi Watts expressed her grief and pain by screaming and gulping vodka, it was a real drama-school method of displaying grief.
But in Magnolia, you can watch Julianne Moore lose it at a drugstore worker and in one scene she conveys 90mins worth of filtered posturing that 21grams offers.
And just reminded me, I've got Paris, Texas still unopened in my drawer, yet unwatched, I should get around to that. Never find myself in the mood for watching heavy sortof films. Laziness more than anything. And yeah, Magnolia's awesome.
Smith's "grown-up" film apparently.
Didn't go watch it at the cinema because it was a "rom-com", didn't have Mewes in. No "Tell him Steve-Dave", no Walt Flanagan. Rated 12. Had Jennifer Lopez in. Had a moppet in. Had a trailer with Bennifer crying lots.
But rented yesterday in boredom and watched with a "Go on then Lunchbox" attitude.
Loved it. Sure there's no Mewes or Smith's usual schtick.
But there are Star Wars references, 2 f####, 3 S###, gay-porn jokes, George Carlin, non-cheesy romance bits, "J-Lo" dying in the 1st 20 mins.
Don't let the fact it's a "nice" film put you off, it's still Smith 100% -just less surface level vulgar with few cursives.
Still has a sparkly-sharp wit, manages to dig at Will Smith and a few others. Jason Lee & Matt Damon cameos and a couple of very fleeting Viewaskewniverse references.
Well worth watching, and can serve as a nice intro to Smith for your conservative ladyfriend. She'll say "That was really really good". At which point you bring out (from your already prepared overnight bag) Mallrats & Chasing Amy and introduce her to Smith-proper.
21 Grams.
Goatboy Capsule Review - Absolute stylised ass.
From the Mexican that brought you Amores Peres, this is a pointless study in designer misery and pointless anguish - replete with a "haunting" score that's been nicked from Paris, Texas and Mike Olfield.
There will be spoilers ahead, but don't worry because it's a vacous film that attempts to be meaningful and simply drowns under the symbollocks.
Ok, here's how to tell 21 Grams in 4 sentences.
Benecio Del Toro runs over the husband and 2 daughters of Naomi Watts.
She allows her husband's heart to be transplanted into sick Sean Penn.
Sean Penn & Naomi Watts do sex and want to kill Del Toro.
Penn shoots himself in the chest and dies.
The End.
Now, if you want to be hailed as a "striking new talent" and other generic cliches? Take the above 4 sentences and chop them up, Pulp Fiction style, and splinter the narrative.
Give little backflashes and flashforwards, in an attempt to be edgy and hip but merely leave the viewer thinking "Man, Del Toro got fat" and "Naomi Watts has nice teats".
Show Penn in hospital. Flash to him in the car shot with Del Toro driving and Watts being screaming in the back so you think "Wow, they know each other!!!!!".
Show Del Toro's past, show Penn's past, show nothing at all of Watts except nipples and screaming in anguish.
If you want to spend time watching unhappy people being anguished and miserable? Watch Magnolia. That's done with a lot more grace and poetry, verve and nerve than simply chopping a mediocre soap-opera plot into pieces and throwing filters on to wow the audience.
But hey, I'm sure you watched it and loved it, because you're hip and edgy and this film is a handy badge of cred-cool you can flash to your impressed mates and stuff.
Don't bother with 21grams.
Watch Magnolia for the pain, City of God for the stylised splintered narrative and Traffice for a filtered, heavy-set Del Toro being cool.