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Friday, June 12
Moon
A Space Multiplicity Oddity
Trailers & Mo | Official Website
Moon is 2001 with a lot more talking, and besides a few video transmissions from Earth, the only voices we hear are Kevin Spacey's, as a monotone robot (big stretch for him), and Sam Rockwell's, and... Sam Rockwell's (a steak sandwich, and a steak sandwich?). You hear Rockwell's twice cause there ends up being two of Sam's character in Duncan Jones' feature debut (we won't explain why there are two cause where's the fun in that?). So lettuce hope yer a big fan of Rockwell, and if you are, yer in for a treat cause as always, he rocks well, but this time twice as rocking... well! Jones is the son of David Bowie, the man who made space travel sound so lonely with his song about Major Tom, and like father, he's made his own desolate space oddity, visually, and visually stunning at that. The sets, costumes, machinery, et al, owe a lot of debt to the original odyssey of 2001, + all of its 70s imitators, and it's this throwback aesthetic that makes Moon stand out from today's other space flicks. The poster even launches higher than most others, so eat it Space Cowboys and Apatow, who will probably make a space 'comedy' starring Ken Jeong about the first disgruntled Asian-American in space. Anywho, Moon's a trip, and spooky and mesmerizing, and kinda a make-up call for the fun, but bumpy ride that was the cinematic version of Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy
Tell Me Wife I Love Her Very Much She Knows: Rockwell's Earth wife is played by cutie pie mcgee and apparently mcelligott Dominique McElligott
Verdictgo: Jeepers Mos Def Worth A Peepers
Food, Inc.
There Will Be Beef
Trailers & Mo | Official Website
Upton Sinclair's The Jungle was a revelation. Food, Inc is not (neither was the movie version of talking head Eric Schlosser's Fast Food Nation). What, you didn't know that the meat produced in this country is disgusting, from the way they ( 'they' being a handful of companies that 'control' the 'industry') feed the animals, to the way they treat them, to the way they slaughter them, to the way they process the meat, to the way they hire poor immigrant laborers to improperly handle it, to the way they have their hands all up in the pockets of the government (name one industry that doesn't), to the way it finally gets packaged and sent to our grocery stores and restaurants and ultimately into our mouths? It has to get there somehow, doesn't it? Sure it's gross, and of course there are better ways to deliver quality and safe meats, as the movie points out, but to be brutally honest, we don't care. If it aint baroque, don't fix it. We mean, we don't care if 34893294 zillion chickens had to be tortured in order to make fried chicken taste so forkin good. Seriously. Sure, we're in the wrong here, but like with Super Size Me, all the doc did was reinforce our love of the meat that we're already being force-fed. To hell with Apatow, cause we'll eat it ourselves!
2 Die For: this probably needs to be updated a bit (Amy Ruth's > Ms Mamie's Spoonbread), but long live our Places To Eat B4 U Die list, which is loaded with greasy spoon spots that use gross meat. so be it!
Verdictgo: Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges
Moon opens today in NY/LA only, while Food does the same + eats it in SF as well
and until next thyme the balcony is clothed...
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