Headhunters (Hodejegerne) (review)
Crazy-funny, a hilarious satire on male inadequacy disguised as an outrageously violent crime thriller. Not at all for the squeamish, and just so wrong that it ends up just so right.
Crazy-funny, a hilarious satire on male inadequacy disguised as an outrageously violent crime thriller. Not at all for the squeamish, and just so wrong that it ends up just so right.
Sometimes it’s easy to separate the artist from his art. Roman Polanksi’s latest makes this really tough.
It’s hard to imagine that Hunter S. Thompson created his semiautobiographical journalist Paul Kemp as such an ineffectual figure…
One of the very best movies of 2011. It is the movie of the year, in many ways beyond its simple superlative overall excellence.

Is there sweet? Absolutely. But it is cut with funny: sometimes wicked, sometimes manic, often hysterical, always clever funny. And a whole lotta poignant, too.

For a film critic, there are few pleasures more satisfying than ripping into a bad movie. But one of those few is discovering that a film that you were expecting to hate — a movie that you had no doubts whatsoever would turn out to be utterly awful — turns out to be wonderful.

How is it possible that no one has done anything quite like this before? This is one of the funniest things I have ever seen, a clever, witty, surprising splatter comedy…
Crams the “quirky” back into the please-god-kill-me-and-save-me-from-yet-another-ridiculous-teen-romance.
There’s tons of delicious suspense of the horror-flick variety to be had in writer-director André Øvredal’s mockumentary, and plenty of Spielbergian shock-awe, but what makes it one of the most satisfying examples of found-footage flicks yet is its observational, journalistic ethos.

It’s a rare thing, but sometimes digging up the past and giving it another spin is a good thing.