Not exact matches
It plays less like the
kind of blockbusters we are all used to and
more like a horror
film.
If Jesus's image appeared in the clouds before a million people on the Capital Mall and Fox
filmed it many
more millions
of Americans would believe it was actually him without question, but if Ganesh appeared to the same crowd instead almost everyone would just assume that it was some
kind of holographic trick.
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Do not like the texture at all, it leaves a
film on my face -
kind of like soap, and makes my skin
more oily.
It doesn't have to be niche — it can be a
kind of wine or a particular movie — but «For a great night in, I need a bottle
of Margaux and Anchorman on DVD» is much
more exciting than «I like watching
films with a glass
of red!»
It's a throwback to that
more innocent
kind of film, where you know who's good and who's bad, where you boo the villain and cheer the hero... The movie makes fun
of those clichés, but director George Lucas must love them too, because he makes them work.
Okay, the
film's story is hardly needled - thin, but it is thin, with a limited sense
of meaty consequence and direction that may be intentional, but is still
kind of problematic, pumping the final product with natural shortcomings that it doesn't simply fail to dilute, but makes all the
more glaring with the aforementioned issues in atmospheric and structural pacing.
I
kind of feel like people are
more familiar with this
film's music, especially the stirring theme song than the actual movie itself.
It has something for everyone, and it's the
kind of film Hollywood should make
more.
of Shrek 2, this third
film is
more modest,
kind, and organic.
I didn't expect much from it because this
kind of film doesn't really lend itself to spectacular audio mixes; those seem
more the domain
of action flicks.
The songs are familiar but
more importantly they're
kind of perfect songs within the context
of the scenes, God knows I was singing «Gloria» in my head for a few days after seeing the
film.
There are a few overt references to
more modern sounding ethical opinions on the treatment
of the «natives» sprinkled throughout the
film, but to be honest, they
kind of feel forced, even if they may have been period accurate.
The sheer goofiness
of the concept makes Michael Sucsy's
film more enjoyable than most young - adult movies, but I can imagine members
of its target audience responding to its dreamy,
kind - hearted emotionalism too.
The
film is about the same
kind of social overcompensation that virtually any other mainstream comedy is about, but it feels comfortable with this, not desperate to pile on the raunchy bells and whistles in an effort to feel
more current.
When the
film finished I
kind of hated it but as time goes on I'm thinking
more and
more that it's absolutely brilliant.
The
kind of film that makes you wish they had perfected choose - your - own - adventure technology for movies, one that would allow you to ditch the central character and follow any number
of the story's
more interesting second bananas.
As the
film goes on, the script problems become
more apparent with the last 15 - 20 minutes in particular so over the top and filled with those «oh come on»
kind of moments that it whilst it doesn't ruin the
film, it does leave a slightly sour taste (the final shot in particular will probably annoy).
She does go on some
more dives later in the
film, and at least she's allowed to puzzle out some
of the mysteries behind the wreck
of the Goliath — but this is the
kind of man's movie where men make manly declarations like (and I do quote), «I feel things so I do them.
Somewhat critic - proof, Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle is the
kind of movie that will probably be appreciated the
more closely aligned with being a pothead you tend to be, and if you're baked yourself while watching it, it may be the funniest
film you've seen since... the last time you were high watching a movie.
In extending a short story to feature length without embellishing it — at least in the plotting — Loktev suffuses the
film with the
kind of intimate, microscopic detail and observation that's
more common to literature than cinema.
i only wish those thousands went to work on movies
of more substance than fighting robots... and you don't have to apologize to me, i can in fact compare «Real Steel» to «The Fast and the Frivolous»
films because in essence they are one - in - the - same, simply just the flavor
of the week
kind of flicks that have no real pull behind them other than big name actors, CGI and a promise
of action.
Despite a fairly stodgy first half, once Nicholson and Beatty decide to knock off Stockard Channing the
film more successfully transitions into the
kind of black comic farce the Coen brothers based their career on in the mid-1990s (they have openly acknowledged its influence).
Mike Birbiglia's sensitive, funny, sad, honest
film Don't Think Twice, which has
more affection for and understanding
of a certain
kind of comedy person than perhaps any piece
of fiction that's ever been written about them.
The ratings and brief comments
kind of people who read the NYT and go to see
films are much
more important to me.
Although the
film didn't connect as strongly with mass audiences (although it's considered a «sleeper hit,» you have to wonder what it could have done if it had been released after Whedon's little art house
film «The Avengers «-RRB- and
more than a few critics found it befuddling and arch (it's neither), «The Cabin in the Woods» is the
kind of movie that will ultimately live on as a deserved cult classic, perfect for drunken
film studies students and bored kids at slumber parties alike.
Mark Strong (Sherlock Holmes, Green Lantern) plays one
of the drug dealers, and his approach in this really breaks down the way you look at drug deals in other
films, giving you a much
more realistic look into those
kind of situations.
Well this movie already put you in that
kind of goofy, over-the-top world that you remembered from the first
film and I was definitely able to appreciate it much
more.
What results is a
kind of photographic negative
of the comparably
more pastel - hued Annie Hall, a mellow, grayscale romantic melodrama with a liberal dosage
of one - liners that would be taken for chemical impurities if the
film weren't also manifestly abstracted by Gordon Willis's world - class black - and - white cinematography.
The
film's said to be a
more comedic
kind of picture than what we're used to from Mr. Washington (we've been dying to see him display his funny bones, especially with the gold - toothed get - up he seems to have going on here), and Wahlberg always fares well with that
kind of dynamic, so this is potentially a pretty potent pairing.
The fantastic Bruno Ganz (best known in the US for «Wingsof Desire») plays Hitler with a broken
kind of humanity that makeshis evil subtler than expected, but by extension all the
more chilling.His senior staff is accounted for nearly every moment
of the detailed
film, but none
of them stands out except Ulrich Matthes as psychotically loyalpropaganda minister Joseph Goebbels, and Corinna Harfouch as his wife.She has the
film's most disturbing scene, poisoning her children to «save «them from growing up in a world without National Socialism.
Like most John le Carré movies, Our
Kind of Traitor is a handsome and well - polished piece
of filmmaking, and the
film earns a strong shot in the arm from its
more - than - capable ensemble cast.
So while Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is a hugely enjoyable movie - going experience, there's a certain cynicism in Goldman's writing that becomes increasingly apparent the
more times you watch the
film, and which casts him as a
kind of puppet - master pulling our strings.
We're going to be seeing
films of all
kinds and genres within this shared universe, and
more so than any
of the other MCU
films, Black Panther feels like an invitation for everyone to take part — to tell stories from unique perspectives and world views, and to bring cultural, ideological, and social ideals to these comic book heroes.
It could be argued that the ending finally gives in and becomes the
kind of film implied in the title; carefree and slightly
more cinematic / dreamlike than realistic.
Swanberg may not capture the
kind of warmth and emotional potency that he delivered with last year's Happy Christmas, but there's
more meat here on a thematic level that allows him and Johnson (who co-wrote the
film) to really sink their teeth into.
On a
more ambivalent note, I sometimes think that questions
of Oscar relevance are really covert dismissals
of the significance
of Hollywood and the
kind of movies the Oscars are all about,
films that often (but not inevitably) have eight - or even nine - figure budgets and unashamedly aim for mainstream acceptance.
Last year another
film, Patriots Day from Mark Wahlberg and Peter Berg, tackled the Boston bombing story very well but in a
more procedural
kind of way.
I mean all
of these
films are due for an upgrade
of some
kind, I especially would be interested to see how a
more book accurate Phantom
of the Opera would fill out, but hopefully with
more Christine and less... ugh Raoul.
Admittedly, we wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't interested in taking on another sitcom gig so soon after wrapping «Scrubs,» especially if he has any desire whatsoever to make a significant play for
more feature -
film work, but he was so darned good at berating Zach Braff that we'd be lying if we didn't admit to being
kind of excited at the thought
of pitting him against Cryer and Jones.
By the time we meet one
of Miss Peregrine's colleagues in the form
of a dowdy Judi Dench, the
film creates
more questions than it answers about these women, such as the disparity in their age, and why, exactly is their
kind always female?
Full
of wit and charm, and with Sean Connery and Donald Sutherland perfectly cast as a pair
of Victorian rogues, the
film is a highly - entertaining caper, making one wish Crichton tackled this
kind of lighthearted fare a little
more frequently.
WHY: «The Other Woman» is one
of the worst movies you'll see this year — the
kind of film that gives female - centric comedies such a bad name that it's no wonder Hollywood doesn't make them
more often.
That it was a remake (
of Lina Wertmüller's squirm - inducing Swept Away... by an Unusual Destiny in the Blue Sea
of August) was strike one; that it starred Madonna, a lousy
film actress considered box - office poison, strike two; that Ritchie is married to Madonna, marking Swept Away as the
kind of vanity project that power couples make to spend
more time together than their private life allows, strike three.
Oddly, screenwriter Simon Barrett has
kind of disowned the
film, explaining in an article on Medium, «I don't know what that project is any
more than you do.»
Curiously enough, Sandler's last
film (Anger Management) also features a group
of Buddhist monks going downtown on some Yankee ass, raising the question
of which sort
of racism is actually
more dangerous: the
kind that makes sport
of Buddhist monks, or the
kind that elevates them into the realm
of the preternaturally wise.
«Replete with imagery that shimmers with the
kind of almost otherworldly wonder one might associate with a Terrence Malick movie... This
film does
more than just tell a story, it testifies to the sheer loveliness
of anything — everything — when drenched in silence.»
When Ella's mother (Hayley Atwell) dies
of an unnamed illness, leaving her with a trite final lesson — «Have courage and be
kind» — that the
film adopts as its central moral, Ella is doted on even
more by her father (Ben Chaplin), even once he eventually remarries.