However, once it is brought in and while it's on screen,
the pace of the film does pick up, but there was nothing new that I hadn't already seen in «Raging Bull,» «Rocky» or «Cinderella Man.»
What Sicario is will warrant you to all wear a mouth guard and some antidepressants, but the kinetic pacing of the film doesn't allow you time to bite all the way down.
Not exact matches
At almost three hours long the
film does feel overstretched, with a set - up period
of at least 45 minutes which moves at a languorous
pace as it doles out arguably unneeded exposition and character motivation.
It's Spielberg's best and truest action
film since Jaws, relentlessly
paced, pitch - perfectly acted (the young Fanning is almost certain to get a Best Supporting Actress nod come Oscar time), and rife with moments
of such horrifically poetic imagery that it's all you can
do not to stop thinking about them long after the
film has ended.
George Bowers
does a very good job here creating lots
of creepy atmosphere, good lighting, with some great zoom in's, and keeping the
film at an engaging
pace!
American Pie Presents The Naked Mile's latter half, as a result, moves along at a plodding
pace that's compounded by an episodic structure, as the movie lurches from one ill - conceived set - piece to the next with little thought towards momentum or consistency - which inevitably
does confirm the
film's place as just another interminable waste
of time designed to cash in on the original trilogy's success.
The absence
of the typical Hollywood
pace to which we are all accustomed means the plot
does progress slowly, but it is worthwhile adjusting to the
film's suspenseful
pace.
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.
The
film has so many stupidly random piece
of (supposed) comedy that
do nt fit with the
pacing of the story in there that it feels like were watching a TV show and the channel changes.
The
film has so many stupidly random piece
of (supposed) comedy that
do nt fit with the
pacing of the story in there that it feels like were watching a TV show and the channel
If you can get through the excess
of characters, and the requisite butt jokes, car chase and tween pop songs, the
film does keep both the physical and the verbal comedy coming at a steady
pace.
Ultimately, even at an extended 138 minutes, the snail -
pace of Les gardiennes doesn't get in the way
of the
film.
My only problem I have with this movie is that the
film does have a somewhat slow
pace for a animated movie especially for a 90 minute animated
film, but everything is all
done extremely well and it is definitely one
of Ghiblis best.
The
pace is uneven, the energy sluggish (even the arrival
of Malcolm McDowell in the third act doesn't pep things up) and the
film feels overlong.
Mercifully light on the soppy sentimentality that often weighs down most kiddie flicks, Peter Rabbit is a fast -
paced, gag - a-minute affair that at times recalls the
films of Zucker - Abrahams - Zucker in its willingness to
do anything for a laugh.
Overall, despite kind
of a slow
pace towards the beginning, the
film quickly picks up and doesn't let go until its final moments.
«The Neon Demon» was a beautiful entirely extremely disturbing thriller, totally hardcore, and the role
of Elle Fanning was outstanding, Nicolas Winding Refn
did an acceptable job, but from start was exciting until the middle
of the I felt intermittent
film, sometimes the
pace increases and other decreases, but ended in the most disturbing way possible, certainly a hardcore
film, a half scale.
For some, it will be very bad news that Ritchie (who co-wrote King Arthur: The Legend
of the Sword with Joby Harold and Lionel Wigram) stays in his lane with this
film; if you didn't enjoy the look and
pace and overall vibe
of other Ritchie movies, such as Snatch or Sherlock Holmes, then you might feel that his often jarring and visually exhausting style could overpower the strong performances from a great cast.
Chronicling the high - octane career
of Ayrton Senna, the fast -
paced fourth feature from The Warrior, The Return and Far North director appeals to a broad audience and ranks among the best factual efforts
of the year, a feat made all the more impressive considering the fact that the
film does not include a second
of new footage.
This is a well -
paced film that doesn't slow down, and flows smoothly like a kind
of tone poem.
It's become something
of a trademark for Shyamalan to imbue his
films with a slow, deliberate
pace - something that doesn't always work (ie Unbreakable).
Of course, director Nick Gomez's odd
pacing certainly doesn't help — there are times when the
film actually seems to be pausing for laughter or applause.
It's a distinct change
of pace after the first section
of the
film, which is, I think, why I didn't like it as much the first time I saw it, but in fact this part
of the story is well
done and quite compelling.
Paterson is a typical Jim Jarmusch
film: slow
paced, quirky, filled with a diverse cast
of interesting characters (with place serving as a character in and
of itself), capturing the beauty and mystery
of day to day living while telling a story that doesn't really have a beginning or an ending.
Writer / director Martin McDonagh - making his debut here - has infused the majority
of In Bruges with a deliberately -
paced, overly talky sensibility that undoubtedly reflects his background as a playwright, and it's certainly difficult not to admire the fervor with which both Farrell and Gleeson tackle their respective characters and the
film's ample dialogue (the actors» heavy accents
does make it difficult to make out every word, admittedly).
Because
of that, I believe people who don't like it will point to the
film's quiet parts and deliberate
pace as part
of its negatives.
Lewin
paces his
film almost perfectly before bringing things to a resounding and moving conclusion, and all within a sub-100-minute running time that proves — once again — that a
film doesn't have to be a three - hour epic to offer something
of value.
Les Affamés definitely isn't the gore fest the Romero - type zombie movies usually are, but there are still plenty
of jump scares throughout the
film, although, to be fair, they mostly
do these well, thanks to a sparse use
of background music and some well -
paced scenes.
Armed with Seann William Scott's gloriously over-the-top turn as the title character, Balls Out: Gary the Tennis Coach almost manages to overcome its tedious storyline and hopelessly erratic
pace to become a minor comedic masterpiece - yet there eventually
does reach a point at which Scott's performance, ingratiating as it is, simply proves unable to compensate for the
film's myriad
of deficiencies.
Every so often the
film's
pace slows to a crawl and these ill - fitting supporting players
do distort the fluency
of the narrative, but «Joe»
does still function as a highly impressive character piece.
The distinctly fractured narrative - coupled with an exceedingly deliberate
pace -
does ensure that one's initial impression
of the
film is that
of an art - house mess, yet there reaches a point at which Egoyan's muddled modus operandi comes into focus and one is subsequently drawn into the proceedings.
The storyline - which follows several characters (including Mark Wahlberg's Elliot and Zooey Deschanel's Alma) as they attempt to survive during an environmental crisis - moves at an appropriately brisk
pace, though it
does become increasingly difficult to look past the pervading lack
of tension within the
film's more overtly scary sequences.
The
pacing of the
film is very deliberate, yet I didn't find it to be dull or meaningless.
There are some issues I had with the
film such as some
of the cinematography not looking as good as it could've been due to the poor lighting, some
of the quick cuts in the action scenes were distracting, the movie can drag a little at points and I
do think cutting off 15 minutes could've made the
pacing move a little more faster (some scenes felt a little rushed too), where the
film decides to take its story can be predictable, and some
of the green screen was REALLY noticeable.
At a taut 88 minutes, the
film doesn't waste a frame, moving along at a brisk
pace and escalating the terror every step
of the way.
Triptych is a quiet, slow
paced film but
does not hurt the effectiveness
of the characters.
Unfortunately, what this fine collection
of actors can't
do beyond just offering up a few nicely acted moments is spark any momentum to the
film's
pacing, which plays out without any bits
of excitement beyond a mildly interesting development here and there.
The
films keeps a surprisingly steady
pace throughout given the inherent limitations
of the plot, and doesn't get too bogged down in third act doldrums.
Some
of the minor characters don't work as well for the
film as they
do for the book due to the
pacing of the
film and overall narrative.
It
does a great job
of fixing the
pacing issue from the book while also changing the events in a, in my opinion, less niched and improved way, especially for a
film.
That means the
film, adapted by Schenkkan, can seem wonkish, self - conscious, infuriatingly dismissive
of certain characters — Melissa Leo's Lady Bird cries out for her own
film, as
does Aisha Hinds» Fanny Lou Hamer — and oddly
paced.
The
film isn't a white knuckle ride, and the
pacing can be slow at times, but this is one
of those cases where that's sort
of the point, and you certainly don't begrudge it.
Aasif Mandvi hits his (very odd, in fairness) role at about twice the volume and
pace of anyone else, Justin Bartha barely figures, Mia Farrow is sweet enough, but doesn't make much
of an impact, and Christopher Walken is interestingly restrained, adhering to normal human punctuation for the first time in recent memory, but at the same time, hiring Walken to play an average suburban dad is about like hiring Jason Statham for a
film where he doesn't punch someone in the face.
The
film stalls a little due to some odd
pacing that doesn't take advantage
of the life or death situation enough.
The directing duo
of the Russo brothers have shown themselves so adept at crafting an amazing
film before this with Winter Soldier, and they've even bested our Lord and Savior Joss Whedon, in terms
of pulling together so many characters on screen at the same time, without sacrificing
pacing or story to
do so.
The
film is sharply put together and expertly
paced, while also
doing a fine job
of balancing its fish - out -
of - water insecurities, espionage intrigue and coarse comedy.
The
pacing of the
film hardly pauses for such ruminations, but Cruise efficiently makes the most
of every moment, letting the character breathe when the movie itself
does not.
I'm not sure why I keep finding myself coming back to these
films with the hopes
of receiving some form
of entertainment but they can occasionally manage to keep my attention occupied for the better part
of a few hours, as Divergent
did earlier this year with a well -
paced run through its derivative, predictable, franchise - baiting plotline.
While this
does help make Prometheus particularly well rounded, the format
does send a ton
of information your way at a very swift
pace, particularly towards the tail end
of the
film.
The
film's
pacing further unravels these characters, and soon, Everett starts to take care
of her as she begins to lose control
of her body, though that's what she was originally hired to
do for him.