<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 19:19:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Kat's Film Reviews</title><description></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/index.html</link><managingEditor>Kat</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>15</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886404659886226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:40:46.600-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wonderfalls</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >This is the kind of television that should be made. And may I go so far as to say that only this kind of television should be made. Take a Parker Posey doppelgänger, a popular tourist attraction, a gimmick to keep things interesting (oh, and don't forget the lesbian sibling), smush all that together with witty repartees and you have Wonderfalls. I've only watched 1.3 episodes so far, but I started adoring it after the first 15 minutes. Which means that once again, you'll get my diatribe on why the hell networks can't recognize good shows and give them a decent time to be discovered so they're not cancelled without being given a chance. Or (all together now) why is the viewing public such a bunch of dolts? Enough of that, it's so pointless. This sitcom's mostly about how people handle relationships, which when it comes down to it, is probably what all sitcoms are about. Still, is has a quirky misanthropic viewpoint that makes you feel uncomfortable and not alone at the same time. Might not be everyone's cup of tea (might appeal to twenty-somethings most), but I guarantee you'll see something of yourself in each episode.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 2004&lt;br />length: 13 45-min. episodes&lt;br />rating: 3.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0361256/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0361256/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2005/03/wonderfalls.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886394143430597</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2005 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:39:01.436-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Wizard of Oz</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >Advertising works! See the ad in Premiere, order the DVD the next day, spend the next few days hopping around in anticipation, and race home from work on the appointed day to ooh and aah over the new digital transfer of this beloved 1939 film. I was, as most kids, a huge fan and having to wait to see it once a year on television was downright depressing. Naturally, when it came out on VHS I ran out and got it right away. But the difference between that and the current DVD is like the difference between a Munchkin and Glinda. My husband got completely sick of me saying "that was the true color of the [insert whatever here]?!". It has to be seen to be believed. The DVD extras give you the low-down on how they created the new transfer, plus many mini- documentaries hosted by the charming Angela Lansbury that illumine and enlighten the process of putting this treasure on screen. What a hoot to see Liza Minelli in better days with her brother and sister (Judy Garland had three kids; yeah, I didn't know either). And Jack Haley and Ray Bolger reminiscing on how much they complained during filming about their makeup and the heat. Not to be missed is an extended scene of the first meeting between Dorothy and the Scarecrow that showcases Ray Bolger's dancing. What, was he made out of rubber?! I don't know many who don't love this film, so go buy the DVD and smile, smile, smile.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1939&lt;br />length: 101 min.&lt;br />rating: 4.0&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032138/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032138/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2005/11/wizard-of-oz.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886380392671399</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2004 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:37:17.920-04:00</atom:updated><title>Withnail &amp; I</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >A few of the featurettes included on this DVD looked intriguing, so I flipped through some of them. But when I reached the one describing how the producers wanted to pull the plug on the film a week in and the director is bemusedly explaining this is because they thought the film wasn't funny, I snorted and turned it off. Damn straight this film isn't funny. The word I would use is excruciating. There is maximum one very funny scene (the one with the bull), but the rest of the film is unintelligible, and that has nothing to do with the British accents. Ostensibly the story of two friends in the 1960s who decide they need a vacation from their daily grind, consisting of desperately trying out for theatrical productions, the film meanders from one boring soliloquy to the next, interspersed with dialogue that has nothing to do with the plot (what plot?). It's also offensive to gay people, in its assumption that gays are natural predators. If you make it to the end, I'd be happy if you'd let me know what it was all about (like I said, what plot?). The only reason it gets that extra 1/2 point rating is because I adore watching Richard E. Grant do his stuff. Who cares if he's impossible to understand? It's his attitude and aura that are entrancing.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1987&lt;br />length: 107 min.&lt;br />rating: 1.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094336/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094336/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2004/10/withnail-i.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886368336224254</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2003 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:34:43.366-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wit</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >It's very possible that I didn't understand everything there was to understand in this film. There are lots of overtones and undertones that would be difficult for your average film viewer and were doublefold difficult for me because of the amount of serious British poetry that's read onscreen. Whenever poetry is read (unless it's e e cummings, Emily Dickinson or Robert Frost) it's as if my mind shuts off and can't compute what the ears are hearing. A sad state of affairs, yes, I agree. This is not to imply that the film isn't moving, interesting, and ultimately uplifting. Emma Thompson plays a professor of 17th century poetry, specifically the John Dunne variety, who has been diagnosed with cancer. She's not a sentimental person and the film follows her course of extreme chemotherapy and how she copes with it, at first through logic and gradually with questions and doubts. At first I thought the title of the film reflected only her sense of humor, but realized as the film progressed that it encompasses all the definitions of wit -- reasoning power, mental soundness, astuteness, and "an imaginatively perceptive and articulate individual especially skilled in banter" (as defined by &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/" target="link">Merriam-Webster Online&lt;/a>). What more perfect actor for this role than Thompson, then?&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 2001&lt;br />length: 98 min.&lt;br />rating: 3.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0243664/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0243664/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2003/03/wit.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886350648877885</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2005 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:31:46.490-04:00</atom:updated><title>Touching the Void</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >The first thing that runs through your mind when seeing a climbing picture is: why? The second thing, and specifically for this film, is why do they climb as a pair? As they stress, you can pull your partner down with the slightest misstep. And if you're climbing in one push, if you make a bad mistake you're bound to die because there's no one at base camp to help you because there is no base camp. So, why tie yourself to another person in the first place? (I'm sure there's a good reason, but the film doesn't let on as to what it is.) A half-hour into the movie, you know how important it was that neither was climbing alone because without Simon, Joe would not have survived. And it's how Joe does survive that makes this climb legendary among mountaineers, and one of the most controversial decisions ever made in the climbing world. Part interview and part re-creation, the film is spellbinding -- similar to Everest in putting the human condition and the human spirit front and center. It is also a testament to the type-A personality, if I do say so. The little voice that keeps Joe moving from tiny goal to tiny goal sounds like a version of my own control freak nature. Erroneous to think that you could ever control your survival in places men were (most likely) never meant to go, but a stunning example of human nature at its indomitable best.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 2003&lt;br />length: 106 min.&lt;br />rating: 3.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0379557/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0379557/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2005/03/touching-void.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886336494716844</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2003 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:29:24.966-04:00</atom:updated><title>Touch of Evil</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >This film has quite a famous story behind it. Orson Welles directed and starred as a broken-down, corrupt cop along the Mexican border who comes up against a murder that he can't turn in his favor. Presumably because of Welles's history in Hollywood -- his transparent portrayal of Howard Hughes in Citizen Kane caused him to essentially be blacklisted in that town -- the studio took this film and significantly edited it, resulting in a final product with little of Welles's vision left intact. Welles wrote a 40+ page memo to the studio asking for certain edits to be re-considered. Nothing doing. It wasn't until a few years ago that someone in the film industry unearthed this letter and used it to create the film that Welles always meant to make. Example: the opening shot, which is one continuous 4 minute 15 second shot (where do you think Brian de Palma got that trick from?) tracking Charlton Heston (the Mexican cop) and Janet Leigh, newlyweds, as they walk across the border. The bar music drifts in and out of the score, the shot rolls on, the characters develop, you tangibly feel what a border town is like. It's incredible, and the studio hacked it to pieces for the original release. Welles was also a master of suspense (you think Hitchcock had it sewn up?). As Welles's character gets out of a car at the beginning of the film, the camera is positioned below the running board of the car shooting upwards. This is typical for showing suspense and danger, but he uses it in places (like this one) where you wouldn't expect it. The very best thing about the film is how everything comes together. The plot is seamless (heck, even Welles's cane plays a part!) and the ending truly is a stroke of genius. Down to the last conversation.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1958&lt;br />length: 112 min.&lt;br />rating: 3.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052311/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052311/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2003/04/touch-of-evil.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886324244066588</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2004 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:27:22.443-04:00</atom:updated><title>Tombstone</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >With lines like "Ain't that a daisy?" and "I'm your huckleberry." Val Kilmer steals this show, playing Doc Holiday, the thief with tuberculosis from the Earp brothers OK Corral tale. Spoken with a refined Southern accent the likes of which you've never heard before, he early on becomes the only reason to watch the film. Not ably assisted by Kurt Russell, Sam Elliott (who doesn't have much to say, so you can't blame him) and Bill Paxton the film devolves into the worst kind of maudlin sentiment, complete with hokey flirting scenes (worst among them the horse chasing scene). This is B-movie material and it's a great pity that Kilmer is in it as he shouldn't be relegated to drivel. I would recommend keeping one eye on the TV set and only putting down your knitting when you get to Val. Watch, rewind, re-watch, repeat. You won't be sorry.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1993&lt;br />length: 130 min.&lt;br />rating: 1.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108358/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108358/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2004/11/tombstone.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886309024097199</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2004 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:24:50.240-04:00</atom:updated><title>Tokyo Godfathers</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >I was enchanted by this film. It's got everything an animated film should have -- a good story, beautifully rendered "sets", and action that is partially rooted in reality. In this case, the latter does not mean fantastical action (like leaping off tall buildings and surviving), but action in terms of exaggerated facial expressions, slow-mo and a Martin Scorsese-like way of telling the story without showing all of the story. It's slow in parts, and then ramps up such that you almost can't keep up. It's also a film that will have you laughing one second and whimpering the next. Plus, while it's rooted in the Japanese psyche, it's not like Hayao Miyazaki's films and their potential to leave Westerners far behind. You'll "get" it, trust me. This is the tale of three homeless folk in Tokyo (as you guessed, it's in Japanese with subtitles) who find a baby and try and return it to its rightful mother. You may find yourself a little lost in places because the plot twists and turns all the time, so strap on your Mulholland Drive thinking cap and pay close attention. What a reward!&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 2003&lt;br />length: 92 min.&lt;br />rating: 4.0&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388473/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388473/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2004/09/tokyo-godfathers.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886289933137918</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2004 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:21:39.333-04:00</atom:updated><title>Something's Gotta Give</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >Somebody in the movie theater was tsk-ing through all the scenes of Diane Keaton sobbing over her broken heart, but in fact that's mostly what I liked about this film. Keaton's brilliance as an actor is in giving us something that looks very real; something we could do or could have done at some point in our lives. Unbelievably, I used to avoid films she was in because she irritated or annoyed me, but now I realize that she acts directly from the heart, and that's a gift. Nancy Meyers, though, must be kicking herself for not titling this film what she titled her previous film, What Women Want, since that's really what this film is about. Or at least, it's about what older women want...from men. Which makes this ultimately a date movie -- boys and girls of various ages falling into and out of love. Jack Nicholson, as the main man, is very good as is, believe it or not, Keanu Reeves (as the younger man who immediately sees Keaton's charms). The writing has its high points, but we unfortunately are tossed a typical Hollywood ending with babies and smiles, as if that's what life is all about. So, in the long run, even with Keaton's talents, the film leaves you wondering what you just saw and whether it actually meant anything.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 2003&lt;br />length: 128 min.&lt;br />rating: 3.0&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337741/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337741/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2004/03/somethings-gotta-give.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886276017645485</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2003 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:19:20.180-04:00</atom:updated><title>Some Like It Hot</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >I watched this again recently and was still amused, but remain bemused by the furor over Marilyn Monroe. Perhaps I'm unable to see her acting skills because her bombshell appearance is so diverting. It certainly seems to be for the men who watch the film...oh, sorry, who drool over the film! OK, maybe I'm just jealous. I can say with certainty, however, that without Jack Lemmon, that film would have been a dud. Imagine switching out Marilyn Monroe and Tony Curtis. Do-able, if difficult. Then imagine switching out Jack Lemmon. No go! He is a consummate comedian; all jokes naturally gravitate to him, and cross- dressing suits his acting style to a tee. Curtis is there as straight man (and pretty boy-girl) only. For those of you who've never seen it, Lemmon and Curtis dress up as women in an all- woman band (Monroe is the ukelele player and singer) to escape the mob who are tracking them for being witnesses to a mob crime. Hilarity, of course, ensues, and you will be kept giggling for the entire film. Except, perhaps, in the mob scenes. They're flat and boring, as if all the acting juice in the film was in the Monroe-Lemmon-Curtis scenes and everything else is filler.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1959&lt;br />length: 120 min.&lt;br />rating: 3.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053291/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053291/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2003/03/some-like-it-hot.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886240191733034</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2003 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:13:21.920-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sleuth</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >I gave this film good marks for its concept and its acting. The cinematography is negligible because it really is a play on film. You can't quite classify this film into the mystery genre, because although it has all the elements of a mystery, it wrenches and yanks those elements around to make something completely other than a mystery film. Maybe it's a meta-mystery film? Anyway, I can't really speak about the plot, because it would give away an important twist 1/3 of the way through. Suffice it to say that Laurence Olivier and Michael Caine act their butts off. They carry the film quite literally as they're the only actors you see. (And if you watch the DVD, be sure to watch the 20+ minute interview of the playwright. I'd be very interested in your reactions.)&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1972&lt;br />length: 138 min.&lt;br />rating: 3.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0069281/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0069281/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2003/03/sleuth.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886225126628913</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2004 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:10:51.270-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sleepers</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >I hate giving films about weighty subjects a poor rating. It feels wrong, since in most cases the filmmakers have made an effort to mirror the serious tone of their films in the cinematography, often leading to some stunning effects. Not so here. I love Barry Levinson's ode-to-Baltimore trilogy (Diner, Avalon, Liberty Heights -- well, not so much the last one). They're clever, meaningful, and without a lot of gloss. Still, his visuals have never fully connected with the story. I mean, what's the deal in this film with the repetitious subway train shots and the strange scenes in which characters soft-talk off-screen? The tunnel effects didn't work for me either. (Although, the chase scene in the beginning is pretty good.) The film is shot by the amazing Michael Ballhaus, so it's got to be Levinson's choice. Now, back to the premise. The film is about child abuse, namely abuse by guards at a boy's school (which is more like a prison). That's hefty stuff, and I certainly felt beyond-sad at times, but I expected something a bit more raw overall. This may be a factor of being a film addict -- the more well-done emotionally charged films I see, the more I need to see just those. In terms of the actors, Brad Pitt was awful (what, does he have marbles in his mouth?) and Jason Patric is, as usual, a lump on screen. The kids were uniformly good and Robert De Niro and Dustin Hoffman stole all their scenes, of course. And while the writing was okay, I'll bet the book is better.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1996&lt;br />length: 147 min.&lt;br />rating: 2.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117665/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117665/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2004/06/sleepers.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886205175042444</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2004 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:07:31.753-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rosemary's Baby</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >So, I ran right out and rented another horror film. Although this one isn't really horror. More of a suspense thriller. There are points where you expect nasty demons to pop out of the woodwork but that's only because you're a product of your times. In 1968, there wasn't a need to film things like that, particularly when you had the young, talented, still tragedy-free Roman Polanski on the project. Mia Farrow plays a young wife in a beautiful new apartment who just can't wait to get pregnant. She does, but she gradually starts to wonder if there's something all wrong about her conception and the cloying neighbors in her apartment building. The film builds gradually, the same way disbelief grows gradually, with no glitz or glamour, until the final scene which truly is horrific. Do you ever root for the main character! When she "escapes" and tries to find another doctor, you start smiling and release long pent-up breath. Farrow is not my favorite actor, but she works hard here, providing an illusion of a loving wife who can't quite figure out what's gone wrong. Major kudos to Ruth Gordon as the nosy neighbor. (Remember her from Harold and Maude?) Without her, the film would have lost a lot of its spark.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1968&lt;br />length: 136 min.&lt;br />rating: 3.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063522/combined" target="link">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063522/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2004/03/rosemarys-baby.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115886193385084203</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2005 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T14:05:33.876-04:00</atom:updated><title>Road to Morocco</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >Bing Crosby and Bob Hope. What more is there to say? That the rose-colored glasses of childhood are showing their age. Hope still tickles your ribs (his hourglass and cannibalism jokes had me in hysterics), and you can say nothing bad about Crosby's singing, but the rest of the film is capital-B-boring. I was giggling madly for the beginning and ending -- not surprisingly, where Crosby and Hope are on their own and the punch lines fly fast and furious -- but nearly nodded off for the rest of it. The twists that are necessary to get them from one place to the next are worse than any sequel-ized piece of trash put out today. The filmmakers are as cognizant of this as we are. Just listen to the title song...sung on the back of a camel, of course. If you love Hope or Crosby, it'll be worth it, but the rest of it you can pass up.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 1942&lt;br />length: 83 min.&lt;br />rating: 2.0&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0035262/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0035262/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2005/01/road-to-morocco.html</link><author>Kat</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22215651/posts/full/115878699271768073</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2003 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-20T17:16:32.716-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rivers and Tides</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  >Andy Goldsworthy is one of my two favorite artists (the other being Agnes Denes), so I had to go see this film. Goldsworthy creates art out of natural elements, i.e., things he finds lying around in the countryside. This film focuses on his artwork that reflects water, hence the title. As a friend of  mine said, "he's a bit obsessive," and it's true that his work is highly fragile and requires him sometimes to re-create the same work more than once, but I think I'd characterize him more as someone who perseveres, who is driven to create. He mentions in the film that he has, naturally, good days and bad days and on the days when he's creating good art he never notices the cold, the wind, or the rain. As if it warms him from inside. I marvel at the apparent simplicity of such a life, even when I know that it can't really be that simple. The filmmaker has worked hard to weave the finished products with the process of creating them, and juxtaposes this with shots of nature on its own. I found that this gave me a glimpse through the artist's eye -- this is what Goldsworthy sees when he is starting to create a new piece. Goldsworthy does try to explain the "reasons" for his creations, but I confess I remember none of them because the pieces stand on their own -- beautiful creations mimicking and representative of nature, and also wholly manmade. If you want to see what I'm talking about, start &lt;a href="http://www.smithsonianmag.si.edu/smithsonian/issues97/feb97/spiral_jpg.html" target="link">here&lt;/a> and use the previous and next buttons to view a few of his many artworks.&lt;br />&lt;br />year: 2001&lt;br />length: 90 min.&lt;br />rating: 3.5&lt;br />IMDB link: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0307385/combined" target="blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0307385/combined&lt;/a>&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/div></description><link>http://www.kathagedorn.com/filmreviews/2003/07/rivers-and-tides.html</link><author>Kat</author></item></channel></rss>