01-13-2014, 05:52 PM
Enough with the existential crises. I needed an action flick with lots of gunplay. From the trailer, this one seemed to fit the bill.
The opening looked promising, with businessmen eating sushi off naked chicks. And these chicks had nipples, not like those snake women with their burnished Burmese mounds full of cheese. But the whole scene is so amateurishly shot and dull, dull, dull – that and the rest – endless touristy footage with voiceover at its worst and almost no dialog or character interaction throughout.
I watched most of this at 16x speed and even then the scenes were interminable.
Only afterwards, in checking the extras, did I discover that the director is Spanish, a woman named Isabel Coixet. She was inspired to make this movie after seeing a young Japanese woman working in a fish market who refused to be photographed.
Methinks Isabel needs to stay away from fish markets.
This movie involves a woman’s suicide, another woman who is a contract killer (though she never kills anyone) hired to hit what turns out to be her new lover, and a whole dreadnaught-class of moping. Fer Christ’s sake, everyone is having an existential crisis! It’s really astonishingly terrible, despite the love affair the critics seem to have with it and anything else that Isabel Coixet points her Pentax at. Looking at her body of work, one finds it is filled with suicides, terminal illnesses, loneliness and despair.
This would make the perfect DOOM flick if we ever totally lost our cojones.
The opening looked promising, with businessmen eating sushi off naked chicks. And these chicks had nipples, not like those snake women with their burnished Burmese mounds full of cheese. But the whole scene is so amateurishly shot and dull, dull, dull – that and the rest – endless touristy footage with voiceover at its worst and almost no dialog or character interaction throughout.
I watched most of this at 16x speed and even then the scenes were interminable.
Only afterwards, in checking the extras, did I discover that the director is Spanish, a woman named Isabel Coixet. She was inspired to make this movie after seeing a young Japanese woman working in a fish market who refused to be photographed.
Methinks Isabel needs to stay away from fish markets.
This movie involves a woman’s suicide, another woman who is a contract killer (though she never kills anyone) hired to hit what turns out to be her new lover, and a whole dreadnaught-class of moping. Fer Christ’s sake, everyone is having an existential crisis! It’s really astonishingly terrible, despite the love affair the critics seem to have with it and anything else that Isabel Coixet points her Pentax at. Looking at her body of work, one finds it is filled with suicides, terminal illnesses, loneliness and despair.
This would make the perfect DOOM flick if we ever totally lost our cojones.