JΓ»zΓ΄ Itami directs Tsutomu Yamazaki, Nobuko Miyamoto and Ken Watanabe in this Japanese comedy where a truck driver helps a struggling noodle shop owner turn her business around.
Just a wonderful treat. The delicate central romance has echoes of Howard Hawks or John Ford. A group of mismatched men surround a lone woman and protect her. Here from foodie mediocrity. That gentle affair has bundles of charm. But what makes Tampopo a timeless cult classic is its offshoots and comedic vignettes. We often freewheel away from the core plot to lose our selves in other appetite based skits. A gangster seduces his lover with whatever kinky room service he can order. The hierarchies at a business lunch are turned on their head when it comes to ordering from a menu. Just what is the polite society way to slurp spaghetti? The whole banquet is meta and pointless and self aware and quirk. Hard not to love, easy to devour.
Pablo LarraΓn directs Angelina Jolie, Pierfrancesco Favino and Alba Rohrwacher in this biopic of opera singer Maria Callas anchored around the last week of her life.
Handsome but dull. Not my stick of butter in too many ways. I only have a rudimentary understanding of opera and Callasβ backstory but this is fantastical and incoherent in equal measures. Everyone talks in stilted sound bites, for example. Meh.
Jesse Eisenberg directs himself, Kieran Culkin and Jennifer Grey in this comedy-drama where mismatched Jewish American cousins travel to Poland to honour their late grandmother and unpack some baggage.
The type of movie I wished they made more of, blessed with a sterling performance from Kieran Culkin. Having said thatβ¦ this often feels like a Holocaust-centric Sideways. And like Sideways Iβm not entirely sure I loved it as much as βthe Awards Buzz TMβ compels me to. I think Eisenbergβs witty script certainly explores the idea of modern psychological pressures in the context of unfathomable historical tragedies with a deft understanding. And the ending, where one character has a destination while the other is still on a journey, has true wallop.
David Dobkin directs Owen Wilson, Vince Vaughn and Rachel McAdams in this raunchy comedy where two friends turn up to weddings uninvited to party for free and pull ladies⦠but then true love gets in the way.
For the first act, this is Vince Vaughnβs movie. His motormouth loveable arsehole shtick really rollicks. And he is given a neat foil / love interest / nemesis in insane hottie Isla Fisher. Easily her best role and she nails every laugh. The focus shifts off harmless cons, colourful weddings and bad behaviour pretty quickly. We have Owen Wilson falling for Rachel McAdams high society good girl (the catch is sheβs already spoken for) and this eventually leads to breakdowns and extended ennui. Fun, right!? The good time is over way too quickly. The crash takes up far too much of the movie. People were recently getting shot in the butt for comic effect and nowβ¦ suicide watch? The finale is reinvigorated by an extended cameo from Will Ferrell (always better in small doses). This is one of those big hits from the first decade that isnβt actually hobbled by its now dated laddish attitudes but itβs incorrect hypothesis that we care about plot more than jokes. Still the lighter sections are admirably packed.
Ralph Nelson directs Cary Grant, Leslie Caron and Trevor Howard in this WWII romantic comedy where a drunk boat hobo finds himself responsible for a gaggle of school girls, their chaperone and the fate of the entire Pacific campaign.
Light and pleasant. How suave can a whisky soaked Robinson Crusoe be? Very.
Lumetβs last film is a slight return to form. Seeing him re-explore his old safe stomping ground of New York crime. It is a bit cheap, so strange to see an old master reduced to making a calling card indie debut during a period when Scorsese was making your Hugos and Spielberg his War Horses. There is a fractured time hopping structure that holds few surprises. Maybe the inevitability of the downfalls is the overall take home. This is more Shakespearean than Tarantino rip-off. The stacked cast of gold standard talents tower over the material. Hoffman and Marisa Tomei being especially on form.
Ken Hughes directs Dick Van Dyke, Sally Ann Howes and Lionel Jeffries in this childrenβs musical fantasy about an Edwardian flying car from James Bond creator Ian Fleming.
Iβve caught chunks of this often over the years, and yet, this might just be the first time I have sat down and watched Chitty Chitty Bang Bang teeth to tits. It is overlong and shapeless. There are some catchy tunes and I have nothing but love for Dick Van Dyke but this is shamelessly a poor manβs Mary Poppins in every respect.
James Cox directs Val Kilmer, Kate Bosworth and Dylan McDermott in this true crime story where washed up porn legend John Holmes is involved in a brutal drug den massacre in L.A..
Would this exist if it were not for Boogie Nights? Probably no. An all star ensemble slum it, this was possibly the last Val Kilmer headliner to get a wide international theatrical release, certainly the fag end of his A-List reign. He is rarely my cup of tea but well cast here as the desperate, unreliable and abusive former sex flick legend. The film is pretty unvarnished. Sad, degenerate and vicious. No holds are barred in its recreation. The tragic crime is explored from multiple perspectives (Rashomon style) which becomes deadening after a spell. You can see what they are going for, they get there, but it ainβt an enjoyable ride. Still admirably nihilistic.
George Cukor directs Spencer Tracy, Katharine Hepburn and Judy Holliday in this romantic comedy where husband and wife lawyers find themselves at opposing ends of a high profile attempted murder trial.
Didnβt grab me quite as firmly as other Hepburn & Tracy pairings. It is cute, theyβre still great together, but I had issues. I know itβs a comedy but I struggled with the court case not being taken more seriously. I couldnβt fathom what the point scoring proved to the final verdict. And David Wayneβs predatory neighbour is annoying as fuck. Spencer Tracy should have run him and his piano out on a rail the first time he knocked around. Co-written by Ruth Gordon of Harold & Maude fame.