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Whacking Permalink Archive 5-10-02 I don't care how famous
or well-loved or "hip" it is: Guinness
is undrinkable sewershite.
I've never been a fan of director Tony Scott, who gave us such epic trash as Days of Thunder and Top Gun. Even his better movies like Crimson Tide and Enemy of the State had moments of infantile dialogue, bad acting and his supremely annoying visual style of late-afternoon-West-coast-sun-and-dark-shadows-in-poorly-lit-rooms in every scene. Not to mention the blaring, intrusive and ludicrously over-the-top musical score. Well whaddaya know. Scott has grown a sense of style: Good actors, no one-dimensional bad-guys, clever dialogue and cracking pace. The music is still annoying and the editing too try-hard, but we're still left with a snappy, clever movie with the lack of the usual empty-headed machoisms and bluster. And Robert Redford drops the lifeless mannequin act for a change. I'm a sucker for espionage
movies, and this one is top-shelf. Heartily recommended. Proof that popcorn
entertainment can have a brain too. Hard proof today of
why I'm
against the death penalty in practice: would you want the idiots
who made this
decision deciding whether or not to send you to the electric chair? |
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Tonight's
session in Tex's home cinema was the DVD of Spy Game. And I'll
be damned - it was excellent.
