«When he died we had to make sense of
the whole end of the film.
Not exact matches
If you watch the
whole video it shows Sancho
filming himself then in the very
end Auba gets hold
of the camera and randomly asks that question fromSancho.
We talked about some
of the behind - the - scenes
of JvM, the upcoming apocalyptic
film festival,
End of Days, the overall state
of horror
films, and a
whole lot more.
In the
end, this is again a very good horror comedy which needs to focus less on the main characters (lets face it, they are cliches and the interest
of this
whole movie is to the idea behind it) and more on the variety
of monsters that were created for this
film.
The
film feels like it's been assembled by committee, and news stories about the
film's troubled production bear this out: after an initial round
of photography during which the
ending was being crafted almost on the fly, the
film's release was delayed so that a new
ending could be written and shot in an attempt to glue together two halves
of a story that still don't feel like a
whole.
There is a lot
of symbolism in this
film that doesn't make a
whole lot
of sense, but the
ending really just brings it all to a head.
It's ultimately clear, however, that Fear and Desire simply isn't able to justify its feature - length running time (ie the
whole thing feels padded - out even at 61 minutes), with the movie's less - than - consistent vibe paving the way for a second half that could hardly be less interesting or anti-climactic - which does, in the
end, confirm the
film's place as a fairly ineffective first effort that does, at least, highlight the eye - catching visual sensibilities
of its preternaturally - talented director.
The
whole of India is watching and rooting for him and by the
end of the
film you will be too.
I can see some people complaining about one particular character that is given the shortest
end of the stick when compared to pretty much everyone else, but this character's
whole purpose
ends up being the final driving factor
of the
film and the most emotionally resonating moment when stripped down to its raw core.
The confinement, which lasted until the war's
end, is also the longest stretch
of the
film, and might easily have been made into a
whole movie, with the other chapters
of his life added as footnotes.
No one likes to have the
ending of a
film spoilt, unless your one
of those arseholes that sits through a
whole movie shouting out what they think is going to happen next.
Braff plays Aidan (a strange name choice, perhaps, considering the
film's focus on his Jewish roots), an out -
of - work actor whose wife, Sarah (Kate Hudson), is barely supporting the
whole family with her dreary dead -
end job, and whose children, Grace (Joey King) and Tucker (Pierce Gagnon), are about to be booted from their yeshiva for non-payment.
This fun for the
whole family release includes an extended cut
of the
film with an alternate
ending and loads
of special features.
While the main event
of the
film certainly did happen, as well as some
of the scenes (some
of them, excerpted from the documentary, are shown during the
end credits), the
film as a
whole does tend to traverse familiar territory as far as feel - good sports
films go, especially with the final game where all
of the loose
ends comfortably fall into place.
There is an attempt at some sort
of twist
ending, a la M. Night Shyamalan, but even this adds so very little to the story as a
whole, and comes off like a gimmick just to give the
film a «big reveal» even if it doesn't really merit one.
The
film plays atmospherically on genre tropes, too: a close - up
of a gun in darkness (which
ends up playing no role whatsoever), the moody chiaroscuro interior
of Jo's apartment, which a bulky early -»80s answering machine makes look like a
whole recording studio.
By this point the action is flashing by like a fire engine without any clear
end in sight, other than more and more violence, and the
film feels as if it could go on indefinitely, or at least until the
whole of Queens lies dead on the restaurant floor.
When you're watching a [narrative] feature
film, you're often given bits
of information at different times, not understanding [the
whole story until the
end].
Another thing you should know is that, for the first time, I and contributing writer Ben Sachs, whose year -
end list appears on the Bleader, agreed on three
whole films: Toni Erdmann, Nocturama, and Norman: The Moderate Rise and Tragic Fall
of a New York Fixer.
However as a
whole, this is a satisfying, and truly unique viewing experience, and we get to see a director who is at ease with such grand ideas
of storytelling, and in the
end, we get an experience like no other, and for true
film lovers, we couldn't ask for any more.
There were several times during this
film I thought, you know if this was just a mini series and this
whole character's storyline had been mapped out over an hour, this final moment would have me going like the
end of an episode
of Lost.
The clear implication, given the production timeline
of the second
film, was that Brolin had been a part
of it the
whole time, and his character was nowhere near defeated at the
end of the first one.
The advanced techniques
of the Hong Kong action cinema translated from the period kung fu and wuxia
film to the modern world
of cops and robbers, from swordplay to gunplay, not for the first time (it was preceded into the present by Jackie Chan's Police Story from the previous year, as well as Cinema City's highly profitable Aces Go Places series
of comic adventures and a
whole host
of films from the Hong Kong New Wave like Tsui Hark's own Dangerous Encounters - First Kind, not to mention earlier
films like Chang Cheh's Ti Lung - starring Dead
End, from 1969), but better than anything before it.
Of course, this certainly won't mean a lot to a whole lot of people, but it sure is nice to see that this whole special era of enjoying quality films ended in such a powerful, meaningful not
Of course, this certainly won't mean a lot to a
whole lot
of people, but it sure is nice to see that this whole special era of enjoying quality films ended in such a powerful, meaningful not
of people, but it sure is nice to see that this
whole special era
of enjoying quality films ended in such a powerful, meaningful not
of enjoying quality
films ended in such a powerful, meaningful note.
The
film twists itself too far and tries to keep throwing the audience for a loop so often that by the
end of it all, it doesn't make a
whole lot
of sense.
As brilliant as I find the
film in its parts, as a
whole I can't completely rave, as the
film does falter a bit due to a lack
of focus and there are some weak scenes, especially as the
film nears the
ending, which should have been edited out
of the rather long
film to make sure the storyline stays tight.
Paranoia is one
of those thrillers that has excellent presentation
of high caliber actors and excellent
filming, but it totally lacks any misdirection
of plot and situations which makes the
whole movie pretty predictable and the
ending a bit anticlimactic.
None
of Johnson's «triumphs» are played as such — the Civil Rights Act is passed midway through the
film, and the
whole thing
ends on an almost bitterly interior note.
The Cleanse is both written and directed by filmmaker Bobby Miller, making his feature directorial debut after a
whole bunch
of award - winning short
films, including Tub and
End Times.
Add to that the usual problems
of sequel-itis and the death
of the theatrical experience and having to constantly figure out whether
film critics are unimportant or too important, and you
end up with a
whole lot
of gloom and doom.
The
ending of the
film is a bit weak, and the
film itself is only good as a
whole.
There are some snubs without question like Three Billboards, Girls Trip, and Colossal, three great
films that didn't
end up getting any love in the
end, but I love the range
of winners that truly represent our organization as a
whole.
However, but for right at the
end of the
film, when the dance provides a tempo and impetus to the soldiers going blazing in for the rescue, the
whole exercise seems pointless and indulgent.
Yeah it made the filmmakers seem ridiculous because the
whole point
of this
film was to showcase what happens to normal people during a massive fight and the
film ends with them destroying half
of Metropolis again.
By the
end of the
film, it was given to The Collector (aka «blond Benicio Del Toro») for safekeeping — although his
whole house was wrecked during Guardians
of the Galaxy, so who knows if it moved at that point.
«The
ending was really moving to me in a way that really helped me see this
whole thing from a different perspective,» he said
of the
film, whose distributor, A24, recently put up a Disaster Artist billboard above Highland near where The Room one once loomed.
Another
film about atonement, its very existence and execution betray the idea that the past must be dealt with, the better to face the future; you compare the
whole of it to the five minutes Tommy Lee Jones commands the screen at the
end of No Country For Old Men, or how no more than sketches animated in Marjane Satrapi's Persepolis convey the painful humanity
of time's labour's lost, and you realize there's no one authentic chord in The Kite Runner.
However, now that Bill hasn't dropped the huge news that The Bride's daughter is alive at the
end of Volume 1, the
whole film feels different.
Youth: Youth is annoying as hell, the kind
of navel - gazing
film that finds great meaning in the ogling
of a perfect female body, but there are just enough wonderful moments peppered in there — Rachel Weisz's monologue; the song at the
end — to keep you from writing the
whole thing off entirely.
It's lies lifeless, as the
film has already squeezed whatever juice the fruit
of ideas were once held at the time
of the project's inception, until there's nothing
of the fruit left but the hands that once held it, torn apart and bloodied by the constant gnashing together to get that one last drop to provide the sustenance to bring the
whole thing to a merciful
end.
The holiday season is typically one
of the more family - friendly times
of year at the cineplex, and 2010 is no different; while you'll still get your share
of hard - hitting dramas and raunchy comedies, the weeks between now and the
end of the year will also provide a cornucopia
of films the
whole family can enjoy, including the latest from Disney («Tangled»), a new «Narnia» sequel («The Voyage
of the Dawn Treader»), and yet another version
of Tchaikovsky's holiday classic («The Nutcracker in 3 - D»).
A certain sense
of foreboding emanates throughout the
whole picture, but the
film's finale, however disturbing, is not the period at the
end of the sentence that I was looking for.
If I could buy a Blu - ray
of just the 25 minutes or so
of action at the
end of the
film, I would, because it's thrilling and exciting and emotional and a
whole lot
of other words that can't really be applied to the rest
of the franchise.
Maybe because he's British and therefore an outsider to the blue - collar Midwest he's depicting, he never gets beneath the surface
of the class caricatures he peddles as representatives
of American justice gone awry, and the
whole film ends up feeling both slight and, like its protagonist, self - aggrandizing.
There is room for expansion on some
of the more artistic visual concepts the
film offers sporadically (the
ending shot is powerfully memorable)- but on the
whole, the
film speaks volumes through its visual shorthand.
A
film with a few inspired moments — mostly towards the
end — sprinkled in with a
whole lot
of awkward, even mean, portions.
Even if «Part III» really does mark the
end, «Part II» and «III» are so abysmal, it'll be tough to appreciate the gem
of a
film that started the
whole craze to begin with the same way again.
By the
end of the
film, we realize that we have been seeing the world through their eyes the
whole time; in reality, most
of us still find polygamy odd, but for the duration
of this movie, it seems like the one right thing.
One
of the few unfortunate elements
of the
film, without giving away the
whole plot, is near the
end when Jesse «borrows» his the truck
of foster father (Michael Madsen) without asking.
The viewer may feel like an observer to this ritual and to the
film's world as a
whole, perhaps like CIA agent Everett K. Ross (Martin Freeman, «The World's
End»), who takes on an outsider role in a reversal
of typical Hollywood racial binaries.