Philippe (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is a tightrope walker and he dreams of doing something daring, more daring than anybody would think possible. When he sees the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York for the first time, he is dead set on walking between them. And he knows that his time is limited – once they will have finished construction on the towers, the feat will be impossible to pull off. So Philippe gathers his co-conspirators and starts preparing.
The Walk is an entertaining film that suffers from the fact that the documentary Man on Wire covered the same ground and at least equally as entertaining. It’s not bad to watch, but the 3D doesn’t really make it better than the original documentary.
John Reid (Armie Hammer) is a lawyer by vocation. He believes in everything the law stands for. In his capacity as prosecutor, he’s accompanying the infamous murderer, cannibal and generally awful human being Butch Cavendish (William Fichtner) who was finally apprehended and is supposed to be hung in John’s hometown. Also on the transport is Tonto (Johnny Depp), a Comanche accused of nobody knows exactly what. When Cavendish manages to escape, it leads to the unlikely and very reluctant team-up of Tonto and John, who becomes The Lone Ranger.
Before going into the film, I only heard awful things about it. Starting with the casting of Johnny Depp as a Native American to the general dumbness of it. So my expectations weren’t high, but I was willing to give the film a try because I like Verbinski’s other stuff. But it turns out that all the terrible things were true.
Gerry (Brad Pitt) used to work as an investigator for the UN, but retired to be with his kids (Sterling Jerins, Abigail Hargrove) and wife Karin (Mireille Enos). It all goes well until the zombie apocalypse happens. As the world is overrun, Gerry’s former boss Thierry (Fana Mokoena) calls him back to duty and asks him to try and find out how the infection spread and how they could possibly stop it.
I loved the book, but from everything I read about the movie before seeing it, I knew not to expect it to be as good. Nevertheless I was still surprised by how bad this film was.
After the events in The Avengers, Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) is at least as shook up as his entire worldview. He tries to deal with things by tinkering around with his Iron Man suits but he doesn’t really get anywhere with it. In the meantime, a terrorist keeps setting off bombs and they aren’t close to finding him yet. In a bad mood, Tony challenges him and gives him his home address. And suddenly things get very personal indeed.
Iron Man 3 was very enjoyable and entertaining and far from being as dark as the trailer made it seem. I did have a couple of issues with it, but mostly it’s a wonderful continuation of the series.
Whip (Denzel Washington) is a divorced pilot with an addiction problem. To get over his hangovers – when he’s not too drunk to have one – he usually takes a bit of cocaine. He goes through that same routine before getting on a plane that subsequently crashes. Though everyone agrees that this is due to a technical error and that Whip is solely responsible for saving most of the people on board, an investigation into his life makes him slowly face his drug problem.
Flight was very long. It could have easily been shorter and it would have been better for it. But even if it had been shorter, it just felt tired. Like both the story and the production was just a paint-by-the-numbers thing. Which is not really what you want from a film.
Ottway (Liam Neeson) works for an oil company as a huntsman – protecting the workers in Alaska from various natural threats like wolves. Unfortunately, one night the company plane crashes and Ottway finds himself stranded with a few other workers in the freezing middle of nothing. As they make their way south, it’s not only the cold and lacking provision that is a problem, though. They are being followed by an especially vicious pack of wolves that picks them off one by one.
I expected this movie to be awesome: I expected Liam Neeson to punch wolves and be a hard-ass and generally, I just wanted a mindless action flick. Unfortunately what I got instead was a meditation on how a man is supposed to die and it was so. incredibly. boring.
Brandon (Michael Fassbender) has carefully built his life around his sex addiction. Everyhing revolves around sex for him. When he isn’t flirting, he’s watching porn. When he isn’t getting it for free, he pays for it. The only thing that he stays away from as far as he possibly can is intimacy. But that life completely falls apart when his sister Sissy (Carey Mulligan) suddenly shows up. She takes up residency on his sofa and bit by bit everything goes to hell.
Shame is depressing, calm, intense and beautiful. It’s a movie that hurts – and I loved it.