It's the film's universal truths — among them the constant splintering and rebuilding of familial relations, the open road as an open - ended metaphor, and the need for continued purpose and relevancy as one grows older — that makes this six - time Oscar nominee (including a Best Picture nod)
less a movie involving a specific state and more a film evoking a specific state of mind.
Not exact matches
I really hope that the buzz for this film picks up and the guy goes on to do more
movies like this one and The Spectacular Now and
less movies that
involved teenage cliches and partying.
Sweet, because those first two
movies were outstanding enough for even
lesser episodes
involving the same characters and universe to hold value above and beyond most teen - oriented cinema.
It's one of the
less essential Coen brothers
movies, but there's still fun to be gained from this cynical farce about a small group of very stupid people caught up in a blackmail and espionage yarn
involving a retired CIA operative (John Malkovich), his mislaid memoirs, his wife (Tilda Swinton), her lover (George Clooney) and two dumb but ambitious gym employees (Frances McDormand, Brad Pitt).
Captain America met my expectations of what a superhero
movie should be, but it did nothing to hide the contentment of nearly everyone
involved to do good enough, nothing more, nothing
less; it also felt no need to mask the fact that it is, like Kenneth Branagh's Thor, merely a wind - up for Joss Whedon's upcoming The Avengers.
His other work during that period
involves films more or
less in the same spirit of Apatow productions, like Grandma's Boy, Evan Almighty, and The Invention Of Lying as well as children's
movies like Horton Hears a Who!
Its mystery, however, proves to be much
less involving than the one that helped make Naomi Watts sort of a
movie star.
Though there have been some additions and changes to the plot, mostly
involving peripheral characters like Baby's sister, Lisa (played here by Modern Family's Sarah Hyland), and her parents (Debra Messing, taking over the role once occupied by Kelly Bishop, and Bruce Greenwood as the doctor patriarch originated by Jerry Orbach), Dirty Dancing 2017 is more or
less a beat - for - beat retread of a more enjoyable
movie.
This is not a
movie in which a person on his or her deathbed looks only slightly
less healthy, as if the makeup department simply did its job by applying
less foundation or blush on that day of shooting, or even has an almost angelic glow, as if to suggest that the moment that's approaching will be a transcendent one for all
involved.
Though more will likely follow, these production houses are usually only
involved with two or three
movies a year — far
less than major studios.
At times the spectacle seems distracting from the human story, at other times his determination to ground the action in human terms (with all the mortal dangers
involved) becomes alarmingly intense,
less a superhero action
movie than a grim urban tragedy (Berg's on - the - job directorial training on the medical drama Chicago Hope comes in handy here).