Haha, honestly, the guy hit the nail on the head—the movie was just painfully dull. I really let the director's reputation and the subject matter lure me in, but what can you do when reality fails to meet the hype?
I wouldn't call myself a devotee of Sedlar's feature films, as nothing really captures my interest quite like The Four-Row—which stands alone as the finest cinematic achievement from that side of the Atlantic—but I find his documentary work to be of an entirely different caliber. He produces these incredible documentaries, though they remain frustratingly elusive, with only a handful of titles like those concerning Ante Pavelić, Josip Broz Marshall, or Alojzije Stepinac actually accessible online. Lately, my curiosity has been piqued by his two most recent pieces, "The Saint, the Criminal, and the Court Jester" and "One hundred years of Mexican terror in America," so if anyone happens to have a working link, would you mind sending it my way via private message?
I don't have a link to share, but I do possess the tapes, complete with the author's signature right there on the box. Is that enough to satisfy the curiosity?
And let the haters rot; it is perfectly logical that Jacob enjoys far more recognition abroad than at home, spending his summers rubbing elbows with the legendary Mambo King.
From Idrizi at Fergismajniht to Mihaoljević and the rest of the crew,👍👍👍
northerncrane4 said:Unfortunately, none of that holds water. I actually walked away from the first two acts thinking there was nothing left to explain because it was simply well-executed, but then that horrendous third act happens and everything just falls apart. I blame this pervasive American polarization, which manages to turn even the most rational people into ideological zealots—to hell with John F. Kennedy, Donald Trump, and all this modern obsession with forgiveness and political posturing. Had this been produced in more stable times, it likely would have been an exceptional character thriller, but as it stands, it’s just a dud.
Until I see the numbers, I can only view this as your unshakeable desire to derail the discussion. Besides, you probably only enjoyed The Cabin in the Woods because of its supposed social commentary and such, yet suddenly, this isn't good enough?
It is quite curious how I managed to sit through two hours and fifteen minutes of cinema, only to shut it off and never once consider revisiting it; after all, why should I care whether any of those characters met a tragic end or found redemption? And judging by the comments here, it seems I haven't missed much at all. What is truly exhausting is that those two hours and fifteen minutes weren't even boring—they were engaging, which almost makes the sheer indifference I felt toward them even more profound.
hollowsailor19 said:Anthony Hopkins in The Silence of the Lambs (1991). He’s onscreen for maybe 16 minutes, and honestly, the character himself is almost incidental to the plot. It's about as supporting an acting role as you can get.
Wait, what? And who exactly was supposed to be the male lead here? Aside from him showing Foster how to track down Bill, he’s practically irrelevant to the narrative progression. I completely agree—he's totally inconsequential.
It was quite a pleasure to peruse these selections, and even more so to see how frequently Luis Buñuel features prominently; indeed, The Wages of Fear, child paradise, Gatopardo, Seven Samurai, and Rashomon are all titles I would certainly include in my own top 10 : The human Condition. It is rather surprising, isn't it, how remarkably grounded most of the respondents seem to be, given the complete absence of any pretentious hipsters peddling obscure titles?
briskhound2 said:Honestly, Norton basically hijacks every single frame of that movie... if you hadn't mentioned it, I probably wouldn't have even realized 😁 was even in there...
I’d argue the exact opposite; while Norton is busy overacting his heart out, Furlong manages to steal every scene he's actually in.
I suppose I made that assumption simply because it was his most widely recognized work, though one has to wonder if we aren't overlooking the fact that Ken Park holds its own against Kids in terms of raw quality, doesn't it?
Larry Clark is primarily a photographer, and an exceptional one at that. He never seemed particularly driven to churn out a massive filmography, though one has to wonder why anyone would consider *Kids* a masterpiece while dismissing *Bully* or *Ken Park* as mere afterthoughts. 🤷
Is there even such a thing as single-day passes? Though, honestly, even if they did offer them for a solo show, I highly doubt the price would be any lower than those $100.
Jeffrey Morris3 said:Things are finally moving, I suppose. But why should we expect anything else? It’s the same old cycle where New Order inevitably clashes with a Plan B headliner or someone equally heavy... isn't it just the same tiresome mess every single year?🙂
New Order could overlap with Jesus Christ himself for all I care; frankly, I couldn't care less about the latter. Juuuuuhu!
And besides, they play Digital, Shadowplay, and those other Joy Division tracks that Sumnet actually knows how to sing