Kong Skull Island. 2017 9 / 10
Went out for lunch with my wife and a couple of friends today. The restaurant was next to a cinema and l just happened to glance at what was playing, and did not expect to find this out yet. Since the original story is now so well known, a different approach was needed, so a different plot and time setting were found. This story is set in 1972, and features a lot of great music from that era.
A poster for the movie recalls Apocalypse Now, and it is intentional. Enough said about that. This is one of the best pieces of popcorn escapism l have seen in a long time. It is also quite funny in places, and the cast is solid throughout. Sam Jackson is as gung ho as he can possibly be, in a role he could probably play in his sleep. Tom Hiddleston is also excellent. While it is an adventure story, it takes those elements and adds a touch of TV Survivor to them, then blends in some beautiful scenery. A friend took her 10 year old son to see. He said it was a bit scary in places, but it should be okay for that age and up. Very enjoyable and entertaining. Highly recommended.
Itâs not a perfect movie. And it made Mrs Deck & I cry too much.
It speeds up where it might have taken a bit more time. And it drags its feet when it shouldnât.
Biggest name is Nicole Kidman - who although portraying a relatively minor role, plays it perfectly.
This is a heart-wrenching tale based on a true story and is worth going to see if youâre more the drama type.
Down in Melbourne for the week so went to the French Film Festival last night and saw Saint Amour. Starts a very large Gerard Depardieu as a farmer down for an agricultural show with his son Bruno. Bruno is not too keen on the farming life and GD ends up taking him on a tour of the French wine country. Starts off pretty lame but picks up a fair bit and has quite a few good moments.
A rare date night with the ever beautiful Mrs Bonz.
Kong at Hoyts Frankston.
Storyline=Rubbish
Acting= Rubbish
Effects= So So
Reclining seats= Awesome
Company=Awesome
Doze off full of popcorn, regain conciousness and immediately pick up where I left off factor= perfect.
Great night!
Saw 2 films last nightâŠboth by the cheese-eating surrender monkeys.
The first, LâAvenir, or Things to Come, was of how a 50-plus woman reacts after her husband trades her in on the newer model. Isabelle Huppert plays a philosophy lecturer, whoâs been a radical in her younger days, her kids are ready to fly the coop, her drama-queen mother is being moved into a nursing home, and hubby buggers off.
There are no conclusions, no startling developments, except for maman popping her clogs and her daughter popping one out.
Fairly slow-moving - just a study of what lies in wait for a woman who becomes single after 35 years.
The other, Slack Bay, or Ma Loute, was advertised as a farce, but was more absurdist. A feral family of mussel-gatherers at a bay near the Pas de Calais have gone to cannibalism causing a few disappearances. The bourgeois family, riddled by inbreeding, incest and general â â â â â â -uppedness, have an incest-born child who doesnât know whether he or she is Arthur or Martha. In between are two policemen, apparently modelled on Laurel and Hardy, and theyâre â â â â â â -up too. Juliette Binoche, Fabrice Lucchini and Valeria Bruni Tedeschi lend their names to this steaming pile of merde.
Just got back from the free monthly matinee for Film Society members. They were supposed to show The Sundowners with Robert Mitchum and Deborah Kerr, but there was a sound problem with the disc.
So instead we got one of the classic film noir movies in Gilda starring Glenn Ford as Johnny Farrell and Rita Hayworth as Gilda. Made in 1946 and Set in Buenos Aires towards and after the end of WWII, Farrell is a down-and-out cheating gambler rescued and later employed by casino owner George Macready (as Bannon Munson). Munson heads off to the states and comes back with the classic trophy wife in Gilda, with whom Farrell has a bitter history.
Munson uses the casino as a front for his tungsten cartel, which was funded by the Nazis (lots of them in Argentina after the war) and Farrell and Gilda continue their tempestuous relationship, until Munson apparently suicides and they marry, but Farrell treats her like crap.
Classic film noir with only one, maybe two, decent people in the whole ensemble - the wise-cracking washroom attendant Uncle Pio (Tio Pio would have had a better sound) and the policeman. There are so many things in it that make you cringe - Farrell wanting to hit Gilda and later hitting her, her behaviour which indicate a former career as a good-time girl, but this was the era of film noir, when so many men came back from the war to find their wives having left them for people who stayed at home, and for so many women who had to do anything to survive. Different times, indeed!
Gilda belting out two songs - Put Your Blame on Mame, Boys and Amado Mio are a highlight too.
All you can say about Rita Hayworth is one thing - PHWOOOARRR! If you havenât seen Gilda, do yourselves a favour!