Sunday, July 12, 2009

trailer truck

It hasn't really occurred to me but an effective indicator of how your life is being busied up by work is by the amount of trailers that you've missed premiered online. As you know, new trailers are being churned out like crazy online, then you realize there's really a ton of movies being churned out every year. Sus! Imagine living in India and thinking they would really release 500 trailers. To sum the copious trailers I just saw in one sitting while doing overtime work on a friggin' Sunday, I can say vampires, zombies and toilet humour.

Have you seen the trailer for the new Apatow bromance? Funny as hell, you might even rekindle some punch-drunk love for Adam Sandler here and Eric Bana is hilarious in his accent. Oh and throw in some Seth Rogen please. I'm looking forward to seeing Funny People. And though I can sniff some Charlie Kaufman-ish shticks, I would want to see Paul Giamatti in Cold Souls. Other comedies looks swell too, like Couples Retreat and Ricky Gervais' The Invention of Lying.

When what seemed to be the dramatic twist in the film is revealed to me, I said, Wha? ABS has thought it first via the Kim-Gerald soap. But then I would want to see a famished Toby Maguire outside Spidey's suit, with Jake Gylenhaal and Natalie Portman in Jim Sheridan's new film, Brothers. I'm really, really, really excited of Moon, which made waves in Sundance and Tribeca. I can see hints of Andrei Tarkovsky's Solaris and yeah, throw in some 2001: A Space Odyssey feel in there too. After that bland Choke, Sam Rockwell looks promising in this one.

Just saw Dead Snow this afternoon and boy was it campy. But it's fun. If my 6 and 8-year old bros were laughing at the dismemberment, then I think it's really harmless. If you like intestines for starters, then this schlocky gorefest may just be for you. Also saw Departures the other night. You know the one whose director made a funny speech at the Oscar, the one which beat the anticipated Waltz with Bashir. Simple, doesn't break new ground though but looks gorgeous enough for Academy voters. A blend of comic and melodramatic touches. What's best though is we take a glimpse in a not-so familiar Japanese tradition. It's about death but then it's about life too, as simple as that.

I forgot to talk about Earth, the BBC documentary which is a staggering and painstaking work of art and beauty. If it wasn't intentional, it could be the docu capping An Inconvenient Truth and The 11th Hour. While the two were mostly about scientific and practical approaches, Earth cuts down to the basic equation of all. You have to see it. Also saw The Hurt Locker, which I've been dying to see and which to my surprise scored one of the most highest critic ratings when I checked RT and Metacritic. What can I say but to re-echo what LA Times critic A.O. Scott said, "If it is not the best action movie this summer, I'll blow up my car!" I haven't seen Public Enemies yet, but hands down, this has got to be one of the year's best in action, or even the year's best, period. Kathryn Bigelow gives the guys a run for their war movies, take that. The camera work, editing, acting (Jeremy Renner in an unexpectedly subtle yet powerful performance) is totally swell. If you check you breathing or heartbeat and it's not pulsating like crazy, you're not human.

2 comments:

Visual Velocity said...

I was able to purchase Departures from my recent trip to Quiapo today, together with In the Realm of Senses, Franklyn, Serbis, Planet Terror, and Young Victoria.

I just finished watching Young Victoria; swear to god I almost fell asleep. Rupert Friend, as always, delivered.

I can't wait to watch Franklyn. I heard it sucks, but I'll watch anything with Sam Riley in it.

Sorry, I wasn't able to find 400 Blows. Let me know what other titles you're looking for.

The Scud said...

Jayclops > You're referring to Planet Earth right? Ganda nyan! One of my favorites from last year. Downloaded Home a few weeks back. Docu din on Earth. Di ko pa napapanood.

Andy > at last nakapunta ka na ng quiapo! kumusta naman?

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