Thighs Wide Shut

The Betrayal
(Nerakhoon)
Capturing The Phrasavaths
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The Phrasavath family have fought in many types of battles– actual war, emotional tugs-of-war (sadly not the Battle of the Network Stars), and each time have been betrayed in different ways. The first involves their patriarch, who served the CIA and their interests in fighting the North Vietnamese presence in Laos, their home country. When the Americans packed up their shizz and returned home, they left their Laotian comrades behind to fend for themselves. Not such a great thing when the communist Pathet Lao group seized power and made these former US helpers enemies of the state. Their father was sent to a work camp and presumed to be gone from their lives forever. The eldest son, Thavi, sensing that it won’t be long for him to be taken as well, escapes to Thailand, where he eventually reunites with his mother and many siblings, although two of his sisters are missing. From there they flee to America in hopes that the country that left them hanging would welcome them in. Well, they were wrong again, as the US could care less, and so the family forged ahead, living in a slummy project of Brooklyn, barely speaking a word of English. From there this doc picks up its camera, and Thavi, along with Cinematographer/DP extraordinaire Ellen Kuras (who lensed some of the mos beautiful movies wees ever seen: The Ballad of Jack and Rose, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and Swoon), over the course of 23 incredibly turbulent years, captures his family’s integration into a new world, after having lost so much from leaving their old world. What we see in the ensuing years is equally painful as it is inspiring, and we get to experience it in a poetically first-hand manner, with an added bonus of a well tuned score by Mr LOTR music man Howard Shore. Sure, the film leaves a lotta unanswered questions, like how they were able to escape from living in NYC borough squalor to a more comfortable life in suburban sprawl, but this isn’t a doc that flows on story, just pure emotion that will strike a chord with anyone who’s part of a family… which means everyone on this earth

Further Reading Rainbow: czech out these two Q&As with co-director Kuras

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Betrayal opens today in NYC only, and soon in other places

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Slumdog Millionaire
A Winning Trivial Pursuit
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Director Danny Boyle is on an effin roll, even more so than Samari or even Esther! After the triple threat bestness of this decade that brought us the horrific emptiness of 28 Days Later, the heist and high hopes of Millions, and the space ODDyssey that was Sunshine, we’ve come to regard the man that spankfully gave us Trainspotting (one of the four greatestist movies of balls thyme… all four are named in this post) as a mini-Kubrick in the making, tackling any genre and netting much success. So much so that the excess of A Life Less Ordinary and suckiness of the The Beach barely even bother us anymore. After conquering Great Britain and space, where’s a hot director suppose to take his camera next? Bollywood wouldn’t have been our first answer, but we’d never second guess Danny Boy. His latest (with some directing assistance from Loveleen Tandan), Slumdog Millionaire, has wood that’s more Holly than Bolly (there is still some pointless singing and dancing shiz, but don’t worry cause it only happens once, during the end credits), but this Darjeeling is unlimited, unlike Wes’esezzz

The film centers around Jamal Malik (Dev Patel, playing the eldest version of the character), an orphan from the slums of Mumbai, now growns up and working as peon tea boy in an office. When we first meet him, he’s sirprizingly climbing the monetary ladder on India’s version of Who Want’s To Be A Millionaire. Jamal’s a question away from taking the top prize, but before he can finish the game the police want him to answer some questions of their own, like, how a kid with a background like his knows so much? And that’s how the movie unfolds, as Jamal explains to the chief of police (Irfan Khan, who’s the bestest Khan since Chaka and Genghis) how his life experiences from his rough and tough past (with his ruff and tuff older brother) have enabled him to coincidentally come up with all the right answers. We will divulge no more exposition here, cause you need to experience Jamal’s experiences with your own dang eyes

Slumdog is so rich, oozing with oodles of ooohs and ahhhas (including some poos, juss like what happened with our boy Renton and the worst toilet in Scotland), that it almos feels like 2872167 movies rolled into one. To put it mo simply, it’s the Indian City of God, with some Princess Bride unrequited love (Freida Pinto, the hottiest bean mt EVERest) thrown in for way good measure. It also happens to be the first Fox Searchlight movie in the past 3 years that would actually be worthy of a Best Pic nomination, unlike sum… and that’s our final answer

The Host With The Most: as a kid, Jamal worships Bollywood actor Amitabh Bachchan, who in reality was the host of India’s version of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? entitled Kaun Banega Crorepati

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Eden
Paradise Lost
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From the producers of Once comes another movie about love in the land of dreary skies, but don’t be expecting no Twice. That’s cause the love in Eden is falling apart, not coming together, and there aint no sweet music to be made. The unhappy couple, Billy and Breda (Aidan Kelly and Eileen Walsh), are about to celebrate their 10th wedding anniversary, but ‘dread’ may be a more apt word to describe how they feel about the looming event. They haven’t done it in ages, and Billy’s eyes are starting to look elsewhere (see Irish Thighs Are Smiling below). Breda’s trying to make things right again between the two, but it seems as if she’s driving on a one way street with no road assistance. Stuff happens, and then some uncomfortable stuff happens, and the couple eventually reach a point of no return that will decide ultimately whether they stay together or go their separate ways. Based off of the Eugene O’Brien stage play of the same name, in which he adapted his own work for the screen, director Declan Recks expands the story’s settings, but it still feels a bit too stagey. Luckily Kelly and Walsh provide the steak and the sizzle, showcasing their fine acting talents on this emotional roller coaster ride thru
heaven and mostly hell

Irish Thighs Are Smiling: we’re all about Sarah Greene, the saucy cutie with the chubby cheeks who plays the object of Billy’s affection, and now ours!

Verdictgo: Jeepers Worth A Peepers

Slumdog opens today in limited release, where Eden will join it on Friday

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

The Boy In The Striped Pajamas
The Good German
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There has been a zillion and half movies made about the Holocaust. Some are based on fact, some are fables, and a majority of them have a unique enuff tale to tell that makes them well worth seeing, even if we’ve grown a bit tired of seeing them these days. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas is definitely one to see. This one’s not only unique cause it’s told through the naive eyes of a child, but a child that’s the son of a Nazi commander in charge of a nameless concentration camp. The film begins with the family moving from their comfortable Berlin life to the country, where the rest of story rolls out. The child, Bruno (Asa Butterfield), is bored to tears in his new quiet environment, being far removed from his friends and playing games. One day he peers out of his window and notices some farmers in ‘striped pajamas’ far off in the distance. He’s intrigued by them, and has no real idea what’s actually taking place. When he inquires about it, his father (the always sharp David Thewlis) and mother (Vera Farmiga, with those radiant scared blue eyes), who is also unaware of the monstrosities occurring near their house, tell him to keep away, but kids are curious and say and do the dardenst things. Bruno eventually makes his way towards the camp where he spots a the boy in ‘striped pajamas’ on the other side of a barbed-wire fence. He strikes up an unlikely friendship with the boy, named Shmuel (Jack Scanlon), and begins to inquire all about this ‘camp’ he gets to ‘play’ in. Bruno will never be able to fully comprehend the goings on, but he gradually starts to question the propaganda that’s being fed to him about Jews being bad people, since Shumel is a nice kid. Eventually it all comes to a horrifying conclusion that we’ll let you experience for yourself. Both of the child actors are simply incredible, considering the heavy material they’re tackling. We wonder if these young actors themselves fully understand this tragic period of human history. Then again, us adults are still wondering how such a thing could ever happen, and will continue to do so. Never forget, and this movie is unforgettable

Color Blind: one of the more fascinating art installations we’ve ever seen was Israeli artist Ram Katzir’s Your Coloring Book, which took actual Nazi propaganda photos, turned them into coloring book pages, and allowed the museum visitor to fill in the blanks

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Soul Men
They’ve Got Rain On A Sunshiny Day
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In one of his final performances ever, Heath Ledger went out on top as the Joker in The Dark Knight. The same statement unfortunately cannot be said of Bernie Mac (especially since he never got to play the Joker) and his work in the sometimes fun, never really funny and udderly fruitless Soul Men. Actually, if you take a peek at Mac’s entire film career, he’s never been a part of a truly excellent movie (the one eggception would have to be Bad Santa), even if he was excellent in them (he was actually a better Bosley than Bill Murray was in the second Charlie’s Angels flick, which come to think of it, is another eggecption, cause it’s secretly the greatestest movie ever… by McG!). Tis quite a shame for a man of such talent to be in such poop (we’re not counting The Original Kings of Comedy, since it’s a doc), but whatta we gonna do about it now that he’s no longer with us? The film also serves as a swan song of sorts for Isaac Hayes, who died a day after Bernie, but his appearance as himself in Soul Men is merely a blip on Black Moses’ deep legacy of achievements. Now that we’ve gotzen the real-life depressing bits of the review out of the way, it’s time to breifly speak about the fictional depressing bits of this boos brothers affair. Pairing Mac with Samuel L Jackson as two bitter former bandmates who reunite to play a memorial concert at the Apollo after their lead singer dies (John Legend) was an inspired choice. On-screen, their chemistry is so solid that it looks like they’ve been brothers from another mother for years, so why then was this golden opportunity completely ruined by such contrived writing and elementary school humor? There were people LOLing throughout the screening, but maybe they were giving Bernie some sympathy laffs. That or they we’re juss happy they weren’t watching the certifiably rotten Soul Plane. It’s purty sad when the bestest ‘soul’ movie of balls thyme features C. Thomas Howell blackfacing it up in order to get into Harvard

The Leal Deal: we didn’t really take notice of her before as Jennifer Hudson’s replacement in Dreamgirls, but then again, we slept thru most of that overindulgent flick. we won’t make the same mistake again cause Sharon Leal is truly one of our dream girls!

Verdictgo: Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

Repo! The Genetic Opera
A Phantom Opera
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In the future, organs are scarce (as in body parts, not them instruments that make sweet sweet music), but thanks to GeneCo, organs can be yours, for the right price. If you don’t pay up, the repo man will come and take the organs back, and your life in the process, and apparently sing whilst doing all of this. If this was 1935, Mola Ram and his heart grabbin ways would be makin some serious cash, but it’s not, it is the future, and in movies the future always sucks more than your mom and there’s more neon than Deion Sanders reading The Neon Bible while listening to the album of the same name by The Arcade Fire. We’re big fans of dystopian flicks (not that you care), and to some extent rockin musicals (of the past, like Tommy), but weren’t so much a fan of Repo! The Genetic Opera, an eye and ear candy overload that tastes rather bitter and is hard to digest. Not for a lack of trying, cause this baby’s jolted with 1.21 gigawatts of energy and doles out some damn catchy tunes (czech out ‘Legal Assassin’ [d]), but it reeks way too much of underground theater, where this opera originated, and that’s probably where it shoulda stayed. Beyond game for a lil song and dance are Paul Sorvino, Anthony ‘where did the Stewart in his name disappear to?’ Head, Alexa Vega (who keeps shedding that baby fat and keeps on gettin hottier and hottier!), Sarah Brightman (fitting, since she was the first Christine Daaé in The Phantom of the Opera) and Paris Hilton, who can’t really sing or act, but she’s right at home playing an heiress with a plastic face that eventually falls off (one of the few highlights outside of the music). The film was directed by Darren Lynn Bousman, who’s perhaps best known as the helmer of Saw II thru IV. We didn’t see any of those and after watching Repo!, guess it wasn’t necessary to saw it either. Sorry for the grammar error, but we really wanted to work a ‘saw/seen’ joke in. Insert laughter here

Give Us More Head!!: Anthony ‘Stewart’ Head is the effin bomb shiz, and has such an yumcredible voice. You will already know this if you were a Buffy fan like us. One of our mos flavroite bits was when he, as Giles, crooned a cover of The Who’s ‘Behind Blue Eyes’ [d via Buffy Galaxy]

Verdictgo: Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

Zack and Miri Make A Porno
Porn To Be Mild
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Who knew that importing Judd Apatow actors (Seth Rogen, Elizabeth Banks, The Office‘s Darryl) into a non-Judd Apatow flick instantly turns your non-Judd Apatow flick starring Judd Apatow actors into a… Judd Apatow flick. Schlockmeister Kevin Smith’s latest diversion, Zack and Miri Make A Porno, is helped by this fact, but the question is, do you really want to see another Judd Apatow flick this year, or any year going forward? If the answer is yes, then you will enjoy the minor laffs, shoestring story and of course budding romance that always inhabits the land of Apatown. The next question is are you fan of Kevin Smith films? If you are, don’t worry, cause Z&M is filled with his usual potty-untrained humor (a face being pooped on!), band of brothers (Jason Mewes, Jeff Anderson, and Tom Savini, filling in for sorta look-a-like Brian O’Halloran, who musta been busy), fanboy geekdom (yet another Star Wars parody, who woulda thunk it!) and lackluster directing skills (a scene in slo-mo, WOOOW!). If the answer is no to both questions, juss pray, alongside us, that the next Edgar Wright flick gets released looner rather than sater

Porn To Pun: the bestest porn within a movie is hands and thighs down Logjammin‘ in The Big Lebowski

Verdictgo: we don’t normally do ratings that fall in between our four categories, but this one fits the bill, so No Stinkin Badges But Kinda Worth A Peepers?

Pajamas and Repo open in limited release, while Soul Men joins Zach & Miri everywhere today

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Changeling
Cloche, But No Cigar
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‘Changeling’ is defined as a child who replaces another child that has been taken. And that’s 1/2 of what Clint Eastwood‘s latest ditty tis all about, based on the actual kidnappling case of one young boy named Walter Collins. The crooked LA police, mired in awful publicity and poor standling with the public, finds some boy that sorta looks like him and passes him off as the missling kid to the mother (Angelina Jolie, wearling enuff lipstick to hid her gross lips), mainly juss to close the case and shut her the hell up. She’s not havling it, since this ‘changeling’ is 3 inches shorter and magically circumcised (when she spouts this revelation, it packs more laughter than the power we assume it’s supposed to inflict). She pleads with the police (led by way too overly clenched jawed and Irish-accented Jeffrey Donovan) that they gave her the wrong kid, but they aint havling it either, eventually lockling her up in an insane asylum (Girl, Interrupted Part II anyone?). The other 1/2 of the film revolves around the Wineville Chicken Coop Murders (hmmmm, wonder how the two parts are related), and you put the halves together and you end up with somethling halve not. It’s an all around uneven, neverendling affair (with almos more false endlings than Return of The Kling) that does nothling much with such an intriguling true life crime

This is easily the weakest film Eastwood has made since he put out such pedestrian fare as Blood Work and Space Cowboys. It lacks the raw emotional power of his recent rightfully glorified work (even repeating the themes of the vastly overrated Mystic River, not to be confused with Mystic Pizza) and is purty much a dull entry from start to finish (the dour subject matter doesn’t help). Changeling seems more like a straight-forward Ron Howardish flick, and fittlingly enuff, he was original attached as the director. Look, juss cause a movie takes place in the lates 20s and totally rocks out the 20s cars and clothlings and hairdos and those cool lady cloche hats doesn’t mean that the movie is guaranteed to be any good (did you see The Black Dhalia? didn’t think so). There’s been much discussion about Jolie gettling an Oscar nomination for her work as the wronged mother, but we say pish-pa, as she’s basically riffling on Mel Gibson in Ransom, shoutling ‘my son! my son!‘ more times than the NY Times. We’re sure they’ll give her one, but lettuce juss say it’s a make up call for not gettling one for her much better performance in A Mighty Heart (in which she also co-starred with ‘that guy’ actor supreme, Denis O’Hare). The only award she should win is best roller skater in a 2008 movie (please don’t bother asking why she’s roller skating in Changeling), although she’s nowhere near lifetime achievement status in that category the way that Heather Graham is [NSFW, duh]. Forget it, Jake. This isn’t Chinatown

Short Changeling: an interestling title, but not a very original one, as there’s a horror movie starrling George C Scott with that name, as well as a Star Trek episode, apparently which was one of only a handful to take place entirely aboard the Enterprise

Verdictgo: Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

I’ve Loved You So Long
(Il y a longtemps que je t’aime)
We Love This Movie, And It Hasn’t Been For So Long
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I’ve Loved You So Long walks the same mother woe is her over a lost son walk that Changeling does, but treats the matter at hand thigh with much more resonance and therefore much more success. The mother in question is Juliette Fontaine (Kristin Scott Thomas, the consummate pro, whether acting in an English or a French language film), who has paid her dues in prison for killing her son. The answer as to why she did such a heinous crime to her own offspring comes late in the film, and like Heinz ketchup, it’s well worth the wait. The film begins with Juliette fresh outta the big house, worn and tattered, not really ready to assimilate back into society. Her sunny younger sister of fifteen years Léa (Elsa Zylberstein), whom she barely even knows, takes it upon herself to help ease her transition back into a normal life, even if Juliette could care less. Léa invites Juliette to live at her house, filled with a skeptical husband, a mute grandfather and two adorable adopted Vietnamese daughters. She also forces her to hang out with her middle-aged friends, including a most uncomfortable dinner party where the drunk host pokes and prods as to where Léa’s sister’s been hiding all these years. She finally relents by telling them about being in jail, there’s a pause, and then laughter erupts. They don’t have to believe it, but it’s something that she has to live with for the rest of her life. Eventually Juliette begins to begin again, taking a job, some responsibility, and more importantly, opening up her long dormant heart to others. Powerful stuff
peoples! French author Philippe Claudel makes such remarkable debut directing I’ve Loved You that all we gotta say is, what took him So Long? We hope to love him long time

Girl B: luckily for Juliette, she didn’t have to spend her entire adolescence behind bars and grow up too quickly upon release like Jack did in the equally affective Boy A, a film that’s also…

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Synecdoche, New York
Kaufmanesque-sess
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The one thing about Changeling that’s actually praiseworthy is you can get an idea of the goings on found within by looking up the definition of the title. The same cannot be said for Synecdoche, New York (yes, your read that correctly, it’s not Schenectady, NY, although the action does begin in that city). ‘Synecdoche’ is defined (in the press notes) as a figure of speech in which, a part is used for the whole (the screen for movies), a whole stands for a part (the law for police), a species stands for its genus (cutthroats for assassins) , a genus stands in for its species (creature for person), a material stands for a thing (ivories for piano keys), yet that doesn’t help one bit in trying comprehend this incomprehensible movie. No big sirprize there, coming from the pen of the crazy brilliant Charlie Kaufman, but by putting himself behind the director’s chair for the first time and not letting his boys Spike Jonze (directed his Adaptation. and Being John Malkovich) or Michel Gondry (directed his Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Human Nature) take the reigns, there aint any playful whimsy to offset his always dense, overly heady material. There’s no denying that Kaufman is a genius, and we’ll admit that the same is true of this movie, but it may be so much genius that it takes 383838 geniuseses to finger out what transgressed. We aint one of them as our brain melted so much by the end of it that we didn’t even remember how to go pee-pee after the screening. Luckily someone was there to lend us a hand

So we may not get it, but it’s about something, right? We guess. Phil C Hoffs is a theater director whose wife, Catherine Keener runs off with their daughter to be a major artist in Germany. He’s left with a broken heart, and after winning a grant, he pours his time and energy, as well as pain and suffering, trying to stage a play about his life, told in realish time. Along the way he crosses paths and hearts with an extraordinary set of today’s bestest actresses (Samantha Morton, Michelle Williams, Emily Watson, Dianne Wiest, Jennifer Jason Leigh and Hope Davis… WOW), and time keeps passing and everyone grows older and stuff happens that’s stange and odd and odd and strange! URGH! Writing this review has refried our brain again! To understand it all, you will need the following, which we lifted from Ms Modern Age’s review of the Fiery Furnaces’ questionable Rehearsing My Choir album that had the siblings’ granny running the show:

a white steno pad, a pencil, some graph paper, flow chart stencils, a calendar, a dictionary, a rewind button on your CD player [in this case it will be a DVD player], access to Google, a map of the continental United States, a color wheel, and a public library card. I’d equate listening to Rehearsing My Choir [replace that with ‘watching Synecdoche‘] with trying to write your senior year college thesis paper. You’re trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, but even though you’ve spent an exorbitant amount of time working on it, it still makes absolutely no sense. In fact, it feels as though you may have wasted 4 years of your life on something you may never understand and may never master.

If the LORD truly wants to melt people who dare to open his Ark of the Covenant, maybe he should put this movie inside of it

Picture Pages: in the flick Keener’s a painter of itsy bitsy paintings. the actual work was done by artist Alex Kanevsky, but it’s currently being eggzibited in LA under Keener’s character name of Adele Lack, even though some people have no clue that it’s linked to the movie tat all!

Verdictgo: A Whole Lotta Frickin Merit But Sadly No Stinkin Badges

Pride & Glory
Ride This Same Old Story
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We’ve all been down this Glory road a thousands thymes before: good cops vs bad cops, squaring and circling off in a gritty crime drama, with lotsa carnage along the way, and in the case of this movie, a lotta ultraviolent carnage (beware of the bathtub scen
e, it’s a stomach churner!). A movie doesn’t have to be original to be good, and so Pride & Glory, with all its clichés and predictability, gets by cause it’s downright (and upright!) entertaining, and the acting is a niiiiiice. It starts off kinda poorly (wow, cops playing football!), but gradually becomes more engaging as the time passes. Most movies suffer the opposite fate, where it can’t finish after a fast start. Pride & Glory isn’t trying to be something that it’s not, but still, it at least sends the message that you gotta do the right thing, even when someone in yer family doesn’t. The good cop in this story is Edward Norton (although his goatee looks mighty evil). The bad cop is his brother-in-above-the-law Colin Farrell (amazing how he can play soft and hard the same exact way). And the ugly cop stuck between em both is Norton’s bro Noah Emmerich (sorry, but his Noriega–Norv Turner cheese grater face is mighty uuuugly). Dispensing wisdom here and there and trying to save the force’s face is their pops Jon Voight, the chief of police. Besides the commendable performances by the four males (and Jennifer Ehle‘s strong turn as the dying of cancer wife of Emmerich, a side story lost somewhere between all the gunplay), we loved the fact that the film’s action takes place in the mean streets of NYC (and was actually shot on location, giving it a nice taste of authenticity), instead of the clean streets of Boston, where this genre’s flicks (The Departed, Gone Baby Gone, etc) have been played out way too much recently. P&G is far from being New York’s finest, but no one said it had to be

Grease Lighteningers: Rick Gonzalez and John Ortiz are always the greasiest lookin actors on screen. both appeared in P&G, and both tried their best to out grease the other. both are also fab actors, but we’d rather talk about how greasy they look, or at least how Rick looks like Joakim Noah

Verdictgo: Jeepers Worth A Peepers

So Long and Synecdoche open in NY/LA only, Changeling in select cities, and P&G everywhere today. Also opening in NY is The Universe of Keith Haring, which we saw at the Tribeca Film Testical and weren’t exactly in love with

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Stranded: I Have Come From
A Plane That Crashed
On The Mountains
It’s Plane To See
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Did you see that 1993 movie Alive, where Ethan Hawke and a bunch of other non-Latin lookin actors pretended their hearts out trying to dramatize the hardships that them Uruguayan rugby players endured back in 1972 when their plane crashed in the Andes mountains, and ultimately forced them to eat their deceased friends and family in order to stay… ALIVE? If your answer is yes, for the love of Gob, forget that Hollywood nonsense and join the rest of us uninitiated by (yeah, we can’t believe we never saw that movie either, but had to after…) seeing Stranded: I Have Come From a Plane That Crashed on the Mountains, a brand new unbelievable (seriously, it’s truly not believable what happened to these peoples) and beyond captivating doc that tells this ultimate tale of survival from the actual survivors themselves. It isn’t the first doc made on the subject, nor probably the last… there’s actually a Martin Sheen narrated one entitled Alive: 20 Years Later on the Alive DVD, but with a runtime of 50ish minutes they barely scratch the emotional and harrowing surface of what went on. Stranded is necessarily longer, clocking in at almost 2 hours, and covers more bases than the Yankees’ infield in an entire season. A lot of these last men standing haven’t spoken publicly about the tragic events in ages, so this rare recounting and reflection is to be watched and marveled at in udder awe. If the doc doesn’t make it to yo town, be sure to add this, along with Touching The Void and Little Dieter Needs to Fly, two other equally HAMazin modern day survival doc tales, to your Netflix queue pronto tonto!

Alive and Wellness : be sure to czech out this official website about the accident, set up by the survivors

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Fear(s) of the Dark
(Peur(s) du noir)
Have No Fear(s)
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Six highly touted comic and graphic artists (Blutch, Charles Burns, Marie Caillou, Pierre Di Sciullo, Lorenzo Mattotti, and Richard McGuire) have come together to make a really cool looking collection of scary stories (the bestest being the one about the creepy dude and his attack dogs) that overall turn out to be not very cool or all that scary. The mos frightening thing is having to read English subtitles for the French audio, which constantly averts our eyes away from feasting on the stark, yet beautiful black and white cartoons. It was eggscusable for Persepolis, which was rich in story and dialog, but Fear(s)‘ yarns are such yawns that subtitles or no subtitles, you’re better off staying home and reading Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

Ichabod Cranium: in the house of Thighs, there’s only one toon that’s required viewing for Halloween, Disney’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

Verdictgo: Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

both films open in NYC today

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…