The Stench of Bruckheimer was Everywhere.
You know you’re fucked when Ben Affleck is the bright spot of the
movie you rented.
So itís unfortunate that this film degenerates into a fairly
cookie-cutter action film.
While be no means a perfect film, the check marks in the good column way outweigh the bad column.
As usual, Kurosawa lets us in gradually, through an examination of
pained ritual and bursts of spontaneity that are invariably punished.
Watching the documentary Inside Deep Throat, while vastly entertaining, is also an unnerving and depressing experience.
Point is, I know porn when I hear it, and that was straight up fucking porn. NAMBLA porn.
Let’s declare the obvious from the outset: this is not a film for cynics, realists, and grouches.
One of the finest character studies of the cinema.
Let me be clear about this right now; if I had seen Friday Night Lights two months earlier, it would have been on my year end 10 Best List.