Not exact matches
As far as Expelled is concerned,
none of that exists and although, yes, the
film does say that they give themselves, the sort
of, the pretense
of not blaming Darwin, you get a couple
of people including Ben Stein saying «
of course no one is saying Darwin cast the Holocaust,» but
of course they then make every possible connection they can; and I think it's interesting that
if you took out those little excuses that said, «
of course no one says Darwin cast the Holocaust,» that is exactly what someone would understand from the
film.
Even
if an hour
of film that is pure character development is added back in, that doesn't change the fact we're still starting with two - and - a-half hours
of celluloid that has
none to start with.
If you've enjoyed the 19 -
film ride so far (I have, immensely),
none of the «negative» Infinity War reviews published (at least not the ones I've read) should generate any angst.
OK, obviously
none of that happens, except for Wade blowing himself up — and
if you've ever read a comic book in your life, or seen a movie, or drawn breath, you know that a superhero
film doesn't start with the hero offing himself unless it plans to undo the damage as soon as possible.
But
if none of these women are nominated (and at the moment, it's hard to make the case that any will), it's still worth nothing that they're here and they're making their mark on
film nonetheless.
Any scorn heaped upon this
film on account
of plot - holes (
of which there are a handful) and character development (almost
none) are justified but
if you enter this
film with the same entertainment bar set as when you flick open a Marvel comic you will genuinely not leave disappointed.
He is caught in a moment in which the release
of a technically - perfect and complex
film about the nucleus
of human nature is something we almost take for granted, a fault that lies entirely within us, or
if none of this applies to you, in me.
None of these ad campaigns tell you what you need to know about how good these
films are — they are just shiny, happy carrots dangling out there in hopes that,
if they're happy enough, or make you feel happy enough, you just might watch the movie.
If there is any
of the resentment Candice Bergen had for her father's puppet Charlie McCarthy,
none of it makes it into this
film.
If it's true that Atkinson was recently motivated by the stateside failure
of this very
film to check himself into an Arizona rehab centre for depressed celebrities (and frankly, don't blame audiences — distributor Universal didn't exactly tax themselves advertising Johnny English to domestic moviegoers), I hope his caretakers remind him in haste that
none of Monty Python's features grossed an enviable sum abroad, that the James Bond franchise has already satirized itself into the ground (it's no casual point that Johnny English was co-scripted by the same writing team behind The World Is Not Enough and Die Another Day), and that his first problem is trying to please a country that opens rehab centres for depressed celebrities.
There are other notable cameo appearances by Julianne Moore, Laurie Metcalf, John C. Reilly, and Gillian Anderson, but
none of them last for very long, so this isn't recommended
if you just want to rent a
film to see one
of your favorite stars.
If nothing else, it's the best Iranian feminist vampire
film in existence, and Amirpour is certainly one
of the most exciting new voices in
film bar
none.
Recognition for the cast by year - end critics groups will likely be one
of the most important ways that awards discussion around this March release can be revived at the end
of the year, and
if it can crack the field at the all - important Screen Actors Guild (SAG) Awards for Outstanding Ensemble, then a Best Picture berth would be looking very promising — as
none of Anderson's previous
films have been nominated before at this key precursor.
However, the
film fails because
if the point is to titillate, the fact that there is almost no nudity (certainly
none by Silverstone) renders the
film as nothing more than a soft - core porn flick with all
of the «naughty bits» edited out.
But
if we're cutting away the fat around the core Infinity Stones storyline to leave only the most important narrative meat, then
none of the previous
films matter.
Ullman's Mother Nature character begins the
film, and appears from time to time, but she isn't much
of an issue as far as the main story goes, and whatever laughs she garners (
none,
if you go by my laugh count) doesn't really justify her constant distractions.
Even
if the
film is about all these things, or
none of them, I find it difficult to say with absolute certainty.
At least Fraser manages to be completely in tune with the kind
of film he's been hired to star in, mocking whatever he sees as
if none of it really matters — and it doesn't.
There is absolutely no reason —
NONE — for casting Kiefer Sutherland in the remake
of «Flatliners»
if you're not going to have him reprise his character from the first
film.
Back in 2005, the
film's worshipful, impeccable realization
of Frank Miller's graphic novels was divertingly original, even
if none of its characters looked quite human or breached two dimensions.
That said, I don't think the marketing failing to show this as something «new» was the problem: this
film had no Thulsa Doom, Valeria, Subotai, Tower
of the Serpent, Moutnain
of Power, giant snakes, camel punching or whatnot, and
none of those things in the trailer: it had characters, locations and ideas that were completely absent in the 1982
film (
if horribly derivative
of past
films).
Thankfully Coraline suffers from
none of this, and looks incredible in 3D, even
if it's too dim (like many
of the RealD
films out there).
If there's a tinge
of regret it's that
none of these
films take the concept
of a time loop very far.