As this movie ended, I turned to my movie companion, remarking, “That was fun!” And that’s pretty much my summary of this film. It’s just pure, simple, *awful*, fun. Fun? Awful? Well, yes. See, it’s also profane, violent, silly, sexual, refreshing, vulgar, and more—sometimes all at the same time. I belly-laughed loudly, and I forgot…
Ah, the Coen Brothers. Such diversity they have. Even when I look at my favorite films* they wrote, those are vastly different from each other. As is their latest, Hail, Caesar!, being in its own category. So let me be honest: the film made me feel not smart. Okay, that goes too far. But what I…
ROAR. “Can’t go thru life without seeing this.” When I asked my movie companion if he would indulge me in seeing this movie as our chosen film one evening, I described it and sent a write-up I’d found. The above was his reply. And even having seen it now, having cringed and rolled my eyes…
Big. Loud. Fast. Vulgar. Cheap. Depressing. Flashy. Pathetic. Ambitious. Empty. Yes. I saw The Wolf of Wall Street. And yes, it was all that and more. Late last summer when I was looking for new books to read, I decided to check out those due out soon as movies. Wolf was one such book. But…
Wow—what an intriguing flick. It started as a documentary about the largest house built in the U.S., then September 2008 interrupted the story. Banks fall. Loans fail. Companies crumble. And the story got a bit more interesting.