Inherent Vice A neo-noir film set in 1970, starring Joaquin Phoenix as hippie doctor Larry Sportello, who spends his days smoking dope in his office and makes his real living as a P.I. I've never read the novel, or anything else by Thomas Pynchon. I don't particularly care for Paul Thomas Anderson as a director. That said, I thought this movie was worth seeing, but so completely fucked up that I don't care if I ever see it again. The narrative makes very little sense, which might bother some, but I thought it worked well within the context of the film, wherein our narrator is an extremely unreliable one. At one point our protagonist tries to brainstorm and draw a mind map on a board; he's so fucking high and stupid it's completely nonsensical. Like a true P.I. he keeps meticulous notes in his pocket notepad, e.g. when a character makes mention of a place name, and she erroneously tells "Doc" that it's Spanish, he writes down "something Spanish". (It's really Greek.) Inherent Vice is as I said neo-noir at it's heart but it feels an awful lot like a glorified stoner comedy. |
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Whiplash Wow. Ostensibly this is the story of an aspiring jazz musician and his tyrannical teacher, but it has very little to do with jazz. Or teaching, for that matter. Miles Teller plays Andrew Neiman, a drumming protégé who desperately seeks fame. Not fortune mind you, just fame. At one point in the film he's fed up with his uncle, aunt and cousins' casual dismissal of his music schooling and he erupts, reminding everyone at the dinner table that he's going to the greatest music school in the world whilst his football player cousin plays merely "Division 3". He tells everyone he'd rather die broke at 34 (like Charlie Parker) than die a rich 90-year-old 'nobody'. Andrew is convinced the means to achieving this goal lie in the hands of Terrence Fletcher (played by J.K. Simmons), a jazz teacher famous for producing fabulous musicians. He also happens to treat his students like garbage, all in the name of pushing them to achieve greatness. The two worst words a teacher can tell a student, he says, are "good job," for that will only serve to keep musicians mediocre. They need to be pushed, hard, to become great. And if that entails despicable physical and psychological intimidation and manipulation, so be it. J.K. Simmons absolutely deserves an Academy Award for his performance. He's amazing as Fletcher; you'd need to be amazing to play a character as sadistic as he is and yet still give him fleeting moments of sympathy. He successfully convinces you, the audience, to keep going along with his megalomania just as Andrew buys into it. |
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"Was he a good dog?"Moonrise Kingdom: two oddball kids (INTP and INFJ) run away together and go camping.