School for Scoundrels (review)
If *Clueless* is Jane Austen for people who don’t know from books, then *Scoundrels* is farce for people who think Restoration comedy is when you spill a barrel of doorknobs in a fancy hardware store.
If *Clueless* is Jane Austen for people who don’t know from books, then *Scoundrels* is farce for people who think Restoration comedy is when you spill a barrel of doorknobs in a fancy hardware store.
What do you do when you’re confronted with maybe the most wonderfully strange, most magically enchanting, most heartachingly romantic movie you’ve ever seen?
Visions of ‘Blade Runner’ and 50s noir were clearly dancing in the head of the talented director…
Smart, subtle, provocative, thoroughly absorbing…
None of it is really science fiction, but it will appeal to fans of the genre, as well as those of mysteries, thrillers… hell, to anyone who loves enthralling TV.
Project Greenlight III… and it’s a doozy.
It feels like forever since I updated the bias meter…
Oh, those rickety biplanes, all canvas and wood and held together by spit and a prayer, come taxiing out of the early morning fog and there’s the sad tin whistle music and the eager young men jumping to get up in the air and get themselves killed, and I’m a basket case from the get-go, all tears and sobby and having just the best time I can have at the movies: I. Am. Moved.
It all just feels like the writer/director’s cinematic masturbation.
Words cannot do justice to the series’ wild humor and expansive exuberance…