Five Minutes of Heaven (review)
After a disastrous foray into Hollywood, German director Oliver Hirschbiegel returns to the realms of uneasy morality he explored in his portrait of Bunker Hitler in *Downfall*…
After a disastrous foray into Hollywood, German director Oliver Hirschbiegel returns to the realms of uneasy morality he explored in his portrait of Bunker Hitler in *Downfall*…
I’m not sure if I’ve seen a more sublimely funny moment on screen this year than the one in which George Clooney, in all deep serious earnestness, tries to convince Ewan McGregor that he — McGregor, that is — is a Jedi warrior.
Oh, what a riveting mess!
Imagine if Jules Verne wrote a movie for Pixar, if that steampunk visionary looked forward from his perch in the late Victorian age to a Great War in his near future that didn’t pause for twenty years to let everyone to catch their breath but instead went apocalyptic.
Only Quentin Tarantino — cinema’s bad boy, the film geek who’s film-geekier than thou — would have the balls to state, as *Inglourious Basterds* comes to a close, that this could well be his masterpiece.
Tons of spoilers! Don’t read unless you’ve seen the episode!
Sometimes junk food is soul food, and sometimes junk movies are yummy and satisfying (and never mind the bellyache later).
Probably the best three-hour version of the story that could be made…
The concept sounded potentially intriguing to me, but, well, it turns out to be quite bizarre.
More illustrated than animated, more *Maus* than Mouse…