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Respectful silence from the audience throughout. Not a word spoken by anyone exiting the theatre afterwards. Standard Operating Procedure is the film no one is talking about.
Errol Morris' documentary on the abuse of detainees at Abu Ghraib prison is smart and informative. While talking head interviews with the people directly and indirectly involved provide the backbone, cinematic reconstructions of 2003s grizzly events coupled with the well known photographs taken by soldiers work successfully at pulling an emotional response from the viewer.
Though intriguing, SOP doesn't really benefit from the big screen treatment and would probably have just as much impact if viewed on TV.
Dark and depressing, shocking and enlightening: SOP is 2008's must see documentary.
Errol Morris' documentary on the abuse of detainees at Abu Ghraib prison is smart and informative. While talking head interviews with the people directly and indirectly involved provide the backbone, cinematic reconstructions of 2003s grizzly events coupled with the well known photographs taken by soldiers work successfully at pulling an emotional response from the viewer.
Though intriguing, SOP doesn't really benefit from the big screen treatment and would probably have just as much impact if viewed on TV.
Dark and depressing, shocking and enlightening: SOP is 2008's must see documentary.
Sex, drugs and deplorable violence: all part of a crazy night out for Parisian Marcus (Cassel) who, while leaving a party, discovers that his girlfriend has been defiled and mutilated. Essentially a revenge story told backwards, (think Memento meets Baise Moi) with nauseating camera work, unsimulated sex acts, graphic depictions of violence and one of cinema's most horrific rape scenes, this is a hideous car wreck that you can't take your eyes off of!
Noé's unconventional approach to cinema, coupled with some very high concept dialogue add real credence to one of the decade's most disturbing films, making it much more than just another Last House on the Left.
A strange masterpiece that's gripping from start to finish (or from finish to start depending on how you look at it) Irreversible is at once unwatchable and unmissible.
Noé's unconventional approach to cinema, coupled with some very high concept dialogue add real credence to one of the decade's most disturbing films, making it much more than just another Last House on the Left.
A strange masterpiece that's gripping from start to finish (or from finish to start depending on how you look at it) Irreversible is at once unwatchable and unmissible.
An attractive woman with nice clothes, a handsome boyfriend and her own apartment working at a fashion magazine? Well I never! Stop the presses! That's hysterical! Frankel's fashion farce is a comedy missing one essential ingredient: humour.
A mess of montages and moral emptiness, it's impossible to feel connected to any person, place or thing during this whole ordeal. The characters are so one dimensional you'll wonder if you're watching it on your Sega Master System. There's no real storyline and its intentions seem totally unclear.
It's also far too long. 1hr 40mins might seem O.K, but with pacing that would make the editor of Ang Lee's Hulk cringe you'll think you're approaching the end at around 36 mins....then you'll realise you're wrong...and you'll cry.
Tiresome and nauseatingly smug: I don't know if the Devil wears Prada but he probably helps rubbish like this get made.
WARNING: contains self indulgence and mild Meryl Streep.
A mess of montages and moral emptiness, it's impossible to feel connected to any person, place or thing during this whole ordeal. The characters are so one dimensional you'll wonder if you're watching it on your Sega Master System. There's no real storyline and its intentions seem totally unclear.
It's also far too long. 1hr 40mins might seem O.K, but with pacing that would make the editor of Ang Lee's Hulk cringe you'll think you're approaching the end at around 36 mins....then you'll realise you're wrong...and you'll cry.
Tiresome and nauseatingly smug: I don't know if the Devil wears Prada but he probably helps rubbish like this get made.
WARNING: contains self indulgence and mild Meryl Streep.