True Grit has just about gotta be the most un-ironic thing the Coen Brothers have ever conjured. The Coens have explored the landscapes (No Country for Old Men) and themes (law and order in Fargo and the “man on the run” in Raising Arizona) of Westerns before, but this is their first stone-cold stab at the genre. They’ve done remakes before, too, lest we forget the travesty of The Ladykillers. Yet it is here where they play it completely straight and deliver a polished, hard to dislike, feature film liquored-up with top shelf quality right down the line. Continue reading
Recently I couldn’t decide if I wanted to write a scathing critique focusing on the banality of the painfully quirky (500) Days of Summer or pen a love letter to The “feel good” Final Destination where we gleefully watched ridiculously good-looking and stupid young people die in unfathomably moronic and elaborate stunt-deaths — in 3D no less! — but neither film really warrants such efforts or talk. In times like these when searching for things worthy of writing about, my thoughts turn to my blog’s old stand-by and most popular feature: The Greatest “Blank of All Time” Lists.
I’ve toyed for quite some time with doing a list of film’s greatest cinematographers — which, by the way would look something like this: Conrad L. Hall, Freddie Francis, Roger Deakins, Sven Nykvist, Caleb Deschanel (Zooey/Summer Finn’s accomplished father), Robert Elswit, Emmanuel Lubezki…but I digress — Continue reading