Amateur film reviewer.
Before he would create the most potent representation of the horror and despair of the Atomic Bomb (only to eventually be trapped in the subgenre it would beget) director Ishirō Honda suggested a more dramatic and overtly humanistic body of work with his 1951 debut feature. What could easily be dismissed as an intriguing career footnote is an imminently major piece of work, a confident and seamless marriage of Sirkian melodrama and documentary-like visual storytelling.
While the narrative has its…
An old-school studio production where all the money really is there on the screen in such lavish, gorgeously-designed fashion: Victorian-era set design, terrific miniatures and beautiful location and underwater photography. Sequences like the Nautilus' glowing green eyes piercing through the ocean surface as it rams into an unsuspecting ship or the famous Giant Squid attack set-piece look and feel like they leapt out of classic illustrations of Jules Verne's novel, or better yet the imagination of its many impressionable young…
What a beautiful, breathtaking movie.
A beautiful, breathtaking, FLAWED movie to be sure; you know the usual knocks: The make-up isn't always convincing (people rag about Weaving as a woman, but what about Weaving as an evil Korean politician? *shudders*) and the occasional over-emphasis of its main theme reeks of pretension.
But what about it's strengths?
- Staggeringly fluid editing that binds together these separate storylines through cosmic connections or just simply through overlapping music, dialogue, or a sound effect.…
Following up a beautiful, forward-thinking, and thematically-rich franchise blockbuster - the likes of which I never thought I could still get these days - with one of the most uninspired, pandering exercises in hollow fan-service was... quite the dip.
J.J. Abrams' visual panache and coherent action sequences can only do so much to the bafflingly embarrassing Bantha Poo-doo of a script (One he has his hands equally dirty of writing with Chris Terrio). When it isn't a compendium of terrible…