Queen Latifah, Dolly Parton, and Björk are all making me happy today.
The movie seems happy enough to let its Christian subtext remain subtextual.
The problem with Jackie Chan is that when he’s not interacting with a chair or a motorcycle or whatever, and instead has to act against a human being, he’s not really all that funny.
“This is terrible! We have two of the most talented martial arts actors in the world doing a movie together, and there’s absolutely zero chemistry between them!”
What can zombies do to brush up their image, to make themselves relevant to a modern audience?
Some brief thoughts on each of the shorts (and not-so-shorts) of the films I saw at Judge & Hertzfeldt’s touring festival of animation.
When the only convincing performance in a film comes from a backwards-talking, computer-animated muppet, you know you’re in trouble.
The whole affair is a wonderful play (pun intended) on identity, reality, and langugage.
Kung Fu Hustle doesn’t inspire deep analysis so much as a feeling of sheer elation.
The film makes the transition to a more visual medium by replacing some of the novels’ logorrheic verbal digressions with arch visual gags.