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David Justice Is Served

Moneyball
Straight A’s
Official Website | Trailers & Mo
PG-13 | 133 min

Moneyball does cinematic poetry to statistical baseball analysis and management like The Social Network did with internets social networking empire building. The recipe – take a best selling book with a subject matter that might not lend itself to being a compelling thing to watch, throw in some punchy Aaron Sorkin (+ Steven Zaillian) words, a great cast & score, and let the good times roll.  And roll, they do!!!

Moneyball will make you believe that David still has a chance against Goliath.  It will make want to buy an Oakland A’s hat.  It will make you rethink Brad Pitt.  We were pretty much done with star, but for the first time in awhile, he’s acting as someone else (Billy Beane), and not juss being Brad Pitt the movie star in a movie.  It will make you yearn for endless Jonah Hill dramatic work (see Cyrus.  seriously, see that movie.  he was fantastic in it) or for him to have stayed fat forever (he just looks wrong, but good for him).  It will make you want to have a daughter that plays guitar.  It will make you wish that Philip Seymour Hoffman was hatcually a baseball manager.  It will make you swear that Chris Pratt isn’t really a prat.  It will make you aware that Bennett Miller (Capote) might really be quite good as this directing thing

But there’s gotta be some bad, right? OF COURSE!  WE CAN EVEN FIND BAD IN POPEYES FRIED CHICKEN (their lack of biscuit sangwiches).  Here’s the ‘bad’ – no AC/DC’s ‘Moneytalks’, the A’s don’t win the World Series (no spoiler there kids), and it’s kinda long.  Well, so is baseball, so maybe they got it right (they did)

BALK THIS WAY, TALK THIS WAY!!!

Hammer Time: always found this tibit so fascinating…

MC Hammer got his nickname from his childhood job with the Oakland Athletics.  Eccentric longtime A’s owner Charlie O Finley loved Stanley Kirk Burrell, the talented kid who danced in the team’s parking lot and eventually became a batboy and an errand boy for the club, and the benevolent owner called him ‘Little Hammer’ because he thought Burrell looked like ‘Hammerin’ Hank Aaron. When the Little Hammer picked up the mic, he became M.C. Hammer [via MFloss]

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Moneyball is atop the standings today at a theater near jews

and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

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Mama Mia Superior Jumps The Gun

Doubt
We’re No Angels
Trailers & Mo | Official Website


Dis-clothes-her: during our daytime travels we actually got to see a lot of the dallies of Doubt. Like most films, it was shot out of order, and we were forced to watch Meryl Streep yell at anyone with ears take after take. Without the benefit of seeing the finished product we surely thought that this was going to be one of the moisted boringist dry movies to come out this winter of discontent. Chef boy o boyardee weres wees wrong! Although this John Patrick Shanley (Moonstruck, Joe Versus the Volcano) play turned into his own movie is quite stagy by being confined to a few sets, it’s the absolute opposite of borings. Not to say that there’s rockets launching every 10 minutes or that it’s the moist visually (dis)pleasing Paulie Litt film of the year, like Speed Racer was (although the cinematography by Roger Deakins is stark, yet stunning), but when Streep goes toe to toe with another top notch Hollywood yeller like Philip Seymour Hoffman, we’re all in for a real and possibly rare treat. It’s like a Frost/Nixon grill fest that coulda been titled Streep/Hoffman. The story is nothing complex — priest Hoffman has a questionable relationship with the sole African-American boy in the church’s school and a young nun on the run (played with great innocence by Amy Adams) confides her feelings about the relationship with headmistress Streep, and Streep becomes convinced of his wrongdoing w/o any proof (or DOUBT!) and uses this seemingly baseless allegation as a catalyst to try to get him out of their school/church — but simple or not, there aint a film out there right now that’s more riveting than Doubt. With such acting heavyweights slinging such good material, it’s hammazin that Viola Davis (who plays the boy’s mother), can duke it out with the best of them and make a name for herself, even if she’s in the film for only 5 or so minutes. Have no doubt and see Doubt, a true feast for those who love acting

Sister Sister: poor-sighted Sister Veronica is played by Alice Drummond, a woman you’ve seen in many a films, but is probably bestest known as the scared libririan from Ghostbusters

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Doubt is currently playing at a theater near jews

and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

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