Quantum of Solace: Doesn’t reach the same heights as Casino Royale, but isn’t bad either. The new, grittier Bond is definitely the right way to move the franchise forward, but Quantum of Solace rides right at the edge of not being a Bond movie at all. Hopefully they’ll put back more of the Bond tropes in the next installment.
When the topic of a movie is a man who commits suicide at the age of 23 after creating some of the most hauntingly disturbing music ever, it’s no wonder Control isn’t exactly a laugh riot.
It’s impressive that Corbijn, who more than any other can be credited with crafting the “look” for bands like U2 and Depeche Mode, manages to be so restrained in his directing.
Control is well worth watching, both for Mr. Curtis’s personal drama and as a snapshot of an exciting time in popular music.
As a bonus, here’s the Anton Corbijn-directed video for Atmosphere. If you like it, you’ll like Control:
Live Free or Die Hard: Well, that was insulting. Seriously, I get the whole over-the-top thing they were going for, but sheesh, at least a nod to the laws of physics every once in a while would have been nice.
The one saving grace of the whole debacle is the performance of Timothy Olyphant, who is so fantastic at portraying the guy who is exactly one heartbeat away from going utterly and completely batshit. It is always immensely entertaining to behold.
Apart from Olyphant, though, the movie is tired and over the top in the same way as an old stripper who tries to compensate by gyrating wilder than ever. Sad, really.
Hitman: I watched Hitman since Timothy Olyphant is in it, and surprisingly for a movie adaptation of a video game it doesn’t suck. Not great, but has its moments.
Of course, why anybody would cast Timothy Olyphant—an actor whose forté is acting like he is on the verge of a nervous breakdown—for an emotionless character is beyond me, but it seems Hollywood forgot to check with me first.
Oldboy: Korean cyberpunk. Who’d a thunk it? The first half of the movie is very good, a Kafka-esque nightmare writ in neon, but then it fizzles into a ludicrous ending. Still, worth watching for the first half.
Shoot ’Em Up: I’ve seen some painfully dumb movies in my day, and I’m guessing you have to. Unless you’ve seen Shoot ’Em Up, though, you haven’t been fully exposed to complete, utter, and relentless stupidity. To make it even worse, and to remove any excuses, this is a high-budget movie with a strong cast. Great editing. Great effects. Great cinematography. But. The dumbest. Script. Ever. Really. You can tell the whole cast are in physical pain by the dumbness of the script.
But they got paid. All you’ll get out of watching this dreck is losing a part of your life you’ll never get back and a headache.
If I were king, Gitmo would be for people who create this kind of garbage.
Posted Friday, 28 November, 2008 by Nic Lindh
Another book roundup, including some stellar athletes and soldiers, what might be the most jaded, soul-weary protagonist ever, and some grimdark fantasy.
The Internet is getting creepy, and Nic is breaking out his tinfoil hat after newspaper paywalls push him over the edge.
Nic is tired of tech sites obsessing over Apple’s financials and business strategy. So very tired.
Nic reads a book about the processed food industry and is incensed.
Computers are complicated. This brings out the irrational in people.
Nic proposes the loan word Rechthaberei be incorporated into American English.
The Core Dump is back! Books were read during the hiatus. Includes The Coldest Winter, Oh, Myyy!, Tough Sh*t, The Revolution Was Televised, The Rook, Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore, Gun Machine, Fortress Frontier, Standing in Another Man’s Grave, and The Memory of Light.
This site will return in February.
From a true patriot to a world-weary detective, a dead god, and a civilization about to sublime from the galaxy, this book roundup spans the gamut. Includes Where Men Win Glory, Wild, Inside the Box, The Black Box, Three Parts Dead, Red Country, and The Hydrogen Sonata.
Springsteen gives a concert in Phoenix. It’s fantastic.