Going Ape #3: Escape From The Planet Of The Apes
Ape madness continues with a movie you will hardly credit existing, even if, like me, you watched it last night.
Ape madness continues with a movie you will hardly credit existing, even if, like me, you watched it last night.
It is impossible to deny. After The Fast and the Furious, 2 Fast 2 Furious, and Tres Fast Tres Furious, Fast & Furious is unquestionably the fourth film in this series of auto-racing movies of erratic quality.
The main thing Frank has going for it is that Frank is a guy who wears a giant fake head and never takes it off. Which is good for quite a bit of entertainment before the movie falls apart.
If someone would announce a Star Wars movie that took place during the original war that had no episode number and no mention of a Skywalker, then I would get excited.
In which I venture into the first of The Planet of The Apes sequels, and do not emerge unscathed.
If you haven’t seen Coherence, don’t read most of this article.
That’s Viggo Mortensen, Kirsten Dunst, and Oscar Isaac acting squiggly throughout the scenic Mediterranean.
Sorcerer, William Friedkin’s gritty, arty, ’77 remake of the classic ’53 French action movie, The Wages of Fear, had the misfortune to open one month after Star Wars.
In which, by way of SFIFF entry Harmony Lessons, I ponder the film festival drama as its own genre, one I may have no business opining upon.
“Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!”
There’s little under the skin of Under The Skin. It’s a movie as visual and auditory experiment.
War is a madhouse, religion is a joke, and suicide is painless.
Some films are erotic; others stand naked.
There are few real artists left, suggests Jarmusch. And they are mostly vampires.