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This is totally mesmerizing; the city looks like Hiroshima after the atom bomb… except for the fact that all the utility poles and trees are still standing.
I slept with this movie, and now I’m sorry I did.
How does heartbreak become art? Just like this.
Tons of spoilers! Don’t read unless you’ve seen the episode!
I love parrots to the point of distraction, so I’m probably not the most objective person to be saying this, but: If you have never seen *The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill,* you simply must. And now, this acclaimed 2003 film is available in a new DVD set that is the rare ‘collector’s edition’ that actually feels worthy of the label.
It opens with archival footage of police raids on gay bars, grainy black-and-white stuff that’s like a grim glimpse into a distant dreadful past, like the 1950s and 60s were another planet, and you think, Geez, people really worried *that much* about who was sleeping with whom?
Fincher rivets us through what could have been an interminable two-hour-and-forty-minute runtime, by daringly jumping through a crime spree that spanned decades with brisk panache, boiling it down into slices of suspense, drama, and fear, with a bit of media criticism thrown in sideways for spice.
It’s probably a good thing that there isn’t, cuz the culties would be disappointed in this new *Starsky & Hutch.* The only thing that’s even remotely ‘Starsky & Hutch’ about this goofy adaptation is the red and white Ford Gran Torino.
I kinda would have liked to be able to toss off a ‘it’s not easy being green’ quip about *Hulk* and be done with it, but damn if Ang Lee hasn’t gifted us with a film that I don’t want to be flip about. Yeah, it’s about a rather enormous green guy who smashes stuff… except that’s like saying that *Hamlet* is about this college kid who goes crazy.
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