Flawless
A Safe Bet
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Director
Michael Radford may not be a household name, but he probably should be. Every time he comes to bat he always connects with the ball, and does it many different ballparks (
Il Postino,
1984,
The Merchant of Venice). His latest entry,
Flawless, continues that most quiet hitting streak. It pairs a sultry bidness woman, Demi Moore (welcome back!), and a crusty old janitor, Michael Caine (like a fine wine, he only gets better with age), as they attempt to rob the diamond company they both work for and feel slighted by. It has the same 60s look and feel as
Mad Men, but stuff actually happens besides people smoking and drinking in their offices. If you see one heist film this spring, (please) make it the
Bank Job [
TWS review]. If yer thirsty for mo, while
Flawless may not be as outright thrilling or flashy as
Job, it has enough merit and stinkin badges to give it a go. Plus it makes up for
that Joel Suckmacher flick of the same name where PS Hoffman gays up DeNiroWho's That Girl: Moore's character tells the film's story in retrospect to a cutie patootie reporter. It took us the entire film to figure out who the hell she was:
The Tudors Natalie Dormer, who was sporting a much mo fitting
blond mane
John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict):
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Chapter 27I Saw Him Standing There
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One question has plagued our mind for ages: why would anyone ever want to kill John Lennon? There will never be any sensible answers and
Chapter 27, which chronicles the days leading up to Mark David Chapman's murder of the Walrus, didn't seem to come up with anything finite either, juss more questions. So on to
our next question (which hasn't really plagued us for any longer than 8 minutes): how do you fill an entire movie about a deranged guy who waits outside in the cold day and night at the Dakota for John Lennon to come out and play? For the restless out there, you'll be screaming at the screen for Chapman to hurry up and carry out his dastardly deed, but alas, you'll juss have to wait til the very end. Everything leading up to the moment includes, standing, standing, standing, more standing, even more standing, shrugging off the cold, annoying Lindsay Lohan and
Judah Friedlander (secretly one of the best supporting actors nick goings), record shopping, walking in Central Park, being crazy in hotel rooms, a little bit more standing and non-stop blather about Holden Caulfield (he's the dude in
Catcher In The Rye for those who never took one high school English class). Sounds captivating, eh? Luckily Jared Leto, who portrays Chapman, provides all the meat and the sizzle (which he musta had to intake like crazy off screen to pack on the pounds to look more like the MDC). Say what you will about Leto, but he has always given 111% of himself in any movie he's appeared in (OK, maybe not in
Urban Legend). As was the case with Truman Captoe, Chapman got two movies made about him around the same time. The other, which we haven't seen, is called
The Killing of John Lennon. It actually looks a lot better than
27, although its lead actor doesn't appear to be able to play an asshole quite like Leto can. And lets be honest, is there any better asshole than Mark David Chapman? Well, there's
John Hinckley, but he doesn't even deserve a movie, and if he did, please don't bother asking
Jodie Foster to participate
A Not So Kodak Moment: hours before Lennon was gunned down by Chapman, he gave him his autograph. Here it be
[The Cemetery of Rock] John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict):
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Run Fat Boy RunClose To Running On Empty
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David Schwimmer's directorial debut (what, did you stop reading already?) is such a textbook example of a rom-com that we wouldn't have been sirprized if it was written by
Houghton Mifflin (not to be confused with
Dunder Mifflin, snatchurally). It was actually co-written by Michael Ian Black, and it confirms once again that any script penned by an ex-
Statesmen isn't all that funny (save
Wet Hot American Summer). The rom part of film aint very antic either, yet somehow we were completely charmed by this commonplace tale of an immature everyman trying to win back the love of his life by way of running in a marathon. The everyman in question is
Simon Pegg (he's also the other co-writer), and without him (and his BFF
Dylan Moran), this flick woulda fallen
flatter than Pat. This may be the least comical comedy he's starred in, but you'll be rooting for the 'fat boy' from start to finish, even if he did leave hottie supreme
Thandie Newton preggers at the altar in the opening scene
We Want In Dia!:
India de Beaufort may have a thankless role in the film, but who really cares when she makes us spankmore
John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict): against our butter judgment, we say
Jeepers Worth A PeepersHats OffThe Old Woman And The Must See
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You've probably never heard of actress/model/lover of life
Mimi Weddell. She may look familiar, but unless you're a woman or are extremely gay then you probably didn't see one of her more 'major' roles as Stanford's Grandmother on
Sex In The City. Thankfully, for the rest of us, we'll get our first taste of the sophisticated hat collecting lady, who started acting at age 65 when her husband passed on, in this truly uplifting doc. If she can't inspire you to get up and do stuff with her 'rise above it' mantra, then no one can. Hats off to you Mrs Weddell!
Honor Whitewoman:
Mimi was named one of the '50 Most Beautiful People in New York'John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict):
Breast In Showall flicks open in limited release today, cept for
Fat Boy, which opens nationwide
until next thyme the balcony is clothed...
