Tras la tormenta

...and an incredibly bad one, as well. i've never read hemingway, so i don't know weather this is faithful or whatever, but i couldn't get on the mood.

benjamin bratt bouncing around as the macho 'hero' is ridiculously poor.

this man shouldn't be allowed to pretend being an actor. you live in denial, benji! armand assante and simone-elise girard do a better job, but there was nothing they could've done to save this miserable excuse for a movie. and, realistically, they are also quite mediocre actors, they just seem fine in this one considering the level of competition.

the director tries to be all clever twisting and turning the events and trying to create a paranoid feel, but hey, when you can't do it, you just can't! the plot in it's childisness and predictability is so stupid it's not even funny. i suggest considering going back to your day job. (i had a hard time not to curse here)

the studio must be happy to see the crew spend all the money having a nice little holiday somewhere in caribia, as the only thing i saw money spent on was the camera filter that made the movie look more expensive than it actually was. the jazzy music is annoying and unfitting, aand naturally the dialogue is on a 'me tarzan, you jane'-level.

if you, after wathing 'after the storm' and 'wild things' still say mamet's movies suck i can't help you. you need serious treatment.

1/10