<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:17:56.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Austinlad's Private Screening Room</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mini-reviews of a passionate movie lover's favorite films from the '20s to the present&lt;/strong&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6897116674054832388</id><published>2010-11-29T20:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:30:52.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST STATION (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TPRcbAakUDI/AAAAAAAADb8/92HIHSds_Bo/s1600/220px-Last_stationposter1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TPRcbAakUDI/AAAAAAAADb8/92HIHSds_Bo/s200/220px-Last_stationposter1.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After almost 50 years of marriage, Leo Tolstoy’s devoted wife, muse, passionate lover and sometime-secretary&amp;nbsp;abruptly finds her financial and domestic security threatened when her husband renounces his noble title, copyrights, property and even his family in favor of poverty, vegetarianism and celibacy. Sparks fly between husband and wife, between the famous writer and his agent, well, between just about everyone in the cast! Christopher Plummer and Helen Mirren are extraordinary as the Tolstoys, and the story is riviting and moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6897116674054832388?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6897116674054832388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6897116674054832388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-station-2009.html' title='THE LAST STATION (2009)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TPRcbAakUDI/AAAAAAAADb8/92HIHSds_Bo/s72-c/220px-Last_stationposter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2447693946164640408</id><published>2010-11-29T11:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:19:34.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELY, STILL (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TPPiiUQlMKI/AAAAAAAADb4/3SCvxxIuCb8/s1600/51NMgxE2-ML__SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TPPiiUQlMKI/AAAAAAAADb4/3SCvxxIuCb8/s200/51NMgxE2-ML__SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two lonely seniors (Martin Landau and Ellen Burstyn) fall in love and embark on a happy romantic interlude&amp;nbsp;... but not all is what it seems. That's all I dare say about the plot of this touching little film. Google it and you'll see reviews pro and con. I'm squarely pro. &lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10302/1098933-120.stm"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2447693946164640408?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2447693946164640408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2447693946164640408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-still-2008.html' title='LOVELY, STILL (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TPPiiUQlMKI/AAAAAAAADb4/3SCvxxIuCb8/s72-c/51NMgxE2-ML__SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7905777063235947595</id><published>2010-08-15T11:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:34:22.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ROAD (2009)It's long and winding, and you can't take your eyes off it for a second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TGgTlP0mWuI/AAAAAAAADbc/IR_hxso-oao/s1600/10923731_det.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TGgTlP0mWuI/AAAAAAAADbc/IR_hxso-oao/s200/10923731_det.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a devastated, monochromatic post-apocalyptic world, a man (Viggo Mortensen)&amp;nbsp;and his young son (Kodi Smit-McPhee, in an amazing performance)&amp;nbsp;head for the ocean, dragging their few belongings in a cart. Along their difficult journey they must constantly&amp;nbsp;forage for&amp;nbsp;supplies and hide from cannibal hunters. Along the way, the man recalls in dreams&amp;nbsp;and brief flashbacks&amp;nbsp;the good moments of his past life with his wife&amp;nbsp;(beautiful Charlize Theron, seen only in flashback), but these respites are few and far between. Eventually, the journey becomes so difficult that&amp;nbsp;the man&amp;nbsp;begins to turn savage, much to the horror of his son, and when they do finally reach the beach, the boy is faced with the toughest decision of his young life.&amp;nbsp;DO NOT&amp;nbsp;let anyone tell you &lt;strong&gt;THE ROAD&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;is too depressing a journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7905777063235947595?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7905777063235947595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7905777063235947595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/08/road-2009br-bumpy.html' title='THE ROAD (2009)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;It&apos;s long and winding, and you can&apos;t take your eyes off it for a second&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TGgTlP0mWuI/AAAAAAAADbc/IR_hxso-oao/s72-c/10923731_det.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8251030368172581045</id><published>2010-08-03T11:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:36:34.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL-SAFE (1964)Mankind-0, Technology-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TFg_q4ImYzI/AAAAAAAADbI/emDcDYacHvM/s1600/5185BNFY3YL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TFg_q4ImYzI/AAAAAAAADbI/emDcDYacHvM/s200/5185BNFY3YL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A series of human and computer errors sends a squadron of American B-58 bombers past their fail-safe point and onto a&amp;nbsp;direct course to nuke Moscow. The stalwart President (Henry Fonda), seeking to convince the Soviets it’s a horrible mistake, not a preemptive strike, orders the Strategic Air Command to help the Soviets shoot them down. But one jet manages to elude the Soviet missiles, which dooms the Russian capital and forces the president to make a&amp;nbsp;decision that still makes me squirm. Directed by Sydney Lumet,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;FAIL-SAFE&lt;/strong&gt; is a brilliantly&amp;nbsp;crafted and suspenseful&amp;nbsp;diatribe&amp;nbsp;on the heavy price we risk paying by&amp;nbsp;relying too heavily on&amp;nbsp;technology – and if you think this near-50 year old film has lost its relevancy, you haven’t been reading about Iran and North Korea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8251030368172581045?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8251030368172581045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8251030368172581045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/08/fail-safe-1964.html' title='FAIL-SAFE (1964)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mankind-0, Technology-1&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TFg_q4ImYzI/AAAAAAAADbI/emDcDYacHvM/s72-c/5185BNFY3YL__SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1525723221566825111</id><published>2010-07-27T13:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:21:58.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMBIELAND (2009) Bloody good fun for boys and ghouls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TE8oX98hVLI/AAAAAAAADaw/4NEfWBRAN_4/s1600/200px-Zombieland-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TE8oX98hVLI/AAAAAAAADaw/4NEfWBRAN_4/s200/200px-Zombieland-poster.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOMBIELAND&lt;/strong&gt; is a not altogether bloodless horror farce about four survivors of a post-apocalypse&amp;nbsp;battling zombies. With the wonderful Woody Harrelson, Jesse Eisenberg and, in a hilarious cameo,&amp;nbsp;Bill Murray, Zombieland is more fun than a barrel of, well, zombies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1525723221566825111?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1525723221566825111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1525723221566825111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/07/zombieland-2009-bloody-good-fun-for.html' title='ZOMBIELAND (2009) &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bloody good fun for boys and ghouls!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TE8oX98hVLI/AAAAAAAADaw/4NEfWBRAN_4/s72-c/200px-Zombieland-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3098804795809494350</id><published>2010-07-17T11:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:44:27.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE (1962)Starch with your brainwash?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TEHeBsZMUVI/AAAAAAAADag/3kjcO9ERb2Q/s1600/514GE8H825L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TEHeBsZMUVI/AAAAAAAADag/3kjcO9ERb2Q/s200/514GE8H825L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’ve seen &lt;b&gt;THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE&lt;/b&gt; so many times and know its plot so thoroughly that it no longer holds any surprises for me. Yet I still find it riveting and never cease to marvel at all the performances, especially Frank Sinatra as the military intelligence man who tries to foil a Communist plot to do a very bad deed. In 1953, Sinatra won his only Oscar, as Best Actor, for his G.I. role in FROM HERE TO ETERNITY, but it's for CANDIDATE he truly deserved it. His acting is superb, as is that of co-stars Lawrence Harvey, Angela Lansbury and James Gregory, thanks in no small part great part to John Frankenheimer's strong direction.&amp;nbsp;PLEASE don't bother to see the 2004 remake with Denzel Washington. A mess.&amp;nbsp;(Trivia notes: In his karate fight scene with a Korean bad guy, you can see Sinatra&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;break his hand as it slices through a table. JFK loved this film, and Sinatra was so upset after his assassination that he had the film shelved for years.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3098804795809494350?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3098804795809494350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3098804795809494350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/07/manchurian-candidate-1962.html' title='THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE (1962)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starch with your brainwash?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TEHeBsZMUVI/AAAAAAAADag/3kjcO9ERb2Q/s72-c/514GE8H825L._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8377620641909806158</id><published>2010-06-24T19:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:56:03.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY HEARTS (2009)Bridges is Bad to the bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TCP3jugwSWI/AAAAAAAADaY/q9Ivlv_DKM8/s1600/File-Crazy_heart_poster.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TCP3jugwSWI/AAAAAAAADaY/q9Ivlv_DKM8/s200/File-Crazy_heart_poster.jpeg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jeff Bridges has played grumpy bears so well for so long that his latest, Country singer Bad Blake, wouldn't appear to be much of a stretch. But after spending 112 minutes in the company of this down-and-almost-out, growling booze-and-cig-throated character convinced me why Bridges won Oscar for Best Actor for the role. And not just for acting – singing, too. From the start of the movie when Bad discovers his latest gig is in a beat-up&amp;nbsp;Arizona bowling ally to the end when he finally realizes that songwriting is more important to him than love or even whiskey, &lt;b&gt;CRAZY HEARTS&lt;/b&gt; is full of heart and worth your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8377620641909806158?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8377620641909806158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8377620641909806158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-hearts-2009.html' title='CRAZY HEARTS (2009)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bridges is Bad to the bone&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TCP3jugwSWI/AAAAAAAADaY/q9Ivlv_DKM8/s72-c/File-Crazy_heart_poster.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7055996332670942859</id><published>2010-06-20T20:19:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:45:17.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VOYAGER (1991)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TB69u6GH-TI/AAAAAAAADaQ/SKEbMjHDBJo/s1600/51JB7BV86CL._SS500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TB69u6GH-TI/AAAAAAAADaQ/SKEbMjHDBJo/s200/51JB7BV86CL._SS500_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sitting alone and grief-stricken in the Athens airport after suffering a&amp;nbsp;heart-breaking loss, globe-hopping engineer Walter Faber (Sam Shepard) flashes back to his student days in Switzerland just before World War II, when he abandoned his pregnant lover Hannah after she announced she was getting an abortion and refused his proposal of marriage. As the film unfolds over a 20-year period, Walter recalls via flashbacks within flashbacks that Hannah subsequently married Walter’s best friend and&amp;nbsp;bore a&amp;nbsp;child, that she later divorced&amp;nbsp;him&amp;nbsp;and he committed suicide, and that&amp;nbsp;recently, on a sea voyage from New York to Paris, Walter&amp;nbsp;had an affair with a spectacularly sweet and pretty young student (Julie Delpy) who reminded him of Hannah. The affair ended abruptly and tragically when Walter made a startling discovery about the girl. &lt;strong&gt;VOYAGER&lt;/strong&gt; is a beautifully acted fiim, and despite its sensitive theme, tastefully scripted and photographed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7055996332670942859?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7055996332670942859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7055996332670942859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/voyager-1991.html' title='VOYAGER (1991)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TB69u6GH-TI/AAAAAAAADaQ/SKEbMjHDBJo/s72-c/51JB7BV86CL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-209835902791318786</id><published>2010-06-12T17:27:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:20:35.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIFE AQUATIC WITH STEVE ZISSOU (2004)See-worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TBQJWerTU7I/AAAAAAAADaA/5lXq6rzXzUE/s1600/Lifeaquaticposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TBQJWerTU7I/AAAAAAAADaA/5lXq6rzXzUE/s200/Lifeaquaticposter.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE AQUATIC&lt;/strong&gt;, like director Wes Anderson's first film, HARD EIGHT&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;serves up an offbeat plot, strong cast, quirky characters and&amp;nbsp;clever dialogue. The&amp;nbsp;inimitable Bill Murray stars as Steve Zissou, an eccentric oceanographer and film documentarian in the Jacques-Yves Cousteau mold.&amp;nbsp;Steve and his&amp;nbsp;eclectic&amp;nbsp;crew ("Team Zissou") – including his granite-faced wife (Angelica Huston); sharp-tongued pregnant magazine&amp;nbsp;feature&amp;nbsp;writer (Cate Blanchett); and a young&amp;nbsp;pilot (Owen Wilson) who&amp;nbsp;may or may not be Zissou's son by a previous relationship – set out to&amp;nbsp;find and take revenge on&amp;nbsp;a monster shark that&amp;nbsp;recently chewed up&amp;nbsp;Steve's beloved friend and partner. It's not all smooth sailing,&amp;nbsp;but along the way Zissou learns a few lessons about himself and the others. This litttle film is a gem. Every scene, whether featuring a cartoon seahorse suspended in a champagne glass, a Team Zissou military-style&amp;nbsp;raid to rescue their accountain (Bud Cort) from pirates, or&amp;nbsp;simply a static shot of Zissou staring across the ocan, is slightly&amp;nbsp;askew and worth repeated viewings. And be sure to stick around for the end credits, an homage to BUCKAROO BANZAI. Also check out the&amp;nbsp;soundtrack, a collection of familiar David Bowie songs all sung in Portuguese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-209835902791318786?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/209835902791318786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/209835902791318786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-aquatic-with-steve-zissou-2004.html' title='THE LIFE AQUATIC WITH STEVE ZISSOU (2004)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;See-worthy&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TBQJWerTU7I/AAAAAAAADaA/5lXq6rzXzUE/s72-c/Lifeaquaticposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8459113834268002768</id><published>2010-06-10T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T04:53:02.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUNG ALFRED HITCHCOCK MAKES A NAUGHTY JOKE (1928)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zl6SMOSXa7A&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zl6SMOSXa7A&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8459113834268002768?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8459113834268002768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8459113834268002768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/alfred-hitchcock-makes-funny-1928.html' title='YOUNG ALFRED HITCHCOCK MAKES A NAUGHTY JOKE (1928)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6847117985624094561</id><published>2010-06-02T11:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:36:15.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOKE (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAaDA7EDX0I/AAAAAAAADZ4/mDS-0tCEZV8/s1600/MV5BMTQ3MDAxNTYxMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDM2MTcyMg%40%40__V1__SX98_SY140_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAaDA7EDX0I/AAAAAAAADZ4/mDS-0tCEZV8/s320/MV5BMTQ3MDAxNTYxMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDM2MTcyMg%40%40__V1__SX98_SY140_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOKE&lt;/strong&gt; is a grey comedy about a sex-addicted med-school dropout named Victor (the brilliant Sam Rockwell), who is the sole support of dementia-inflicted mom (Angelica Huston). Hospitalized and years of abusing drugs, abducting young Victor from a string of foster mothers and running from the authorities, she claims to no longer recognize him and thus won’t tell him the one thing he craves so desperately to know: the identity of his father. To pay for her expensive upkeep, Victor splits his time between working at a goofy Colonial American theme park and conning sympathy money out of strangers he picks randomly&amp;nbsp;to rescue him from choking in restaurants. One day, while visiting his mother, Victor meets Paige (Kelly Macdonald), who proposes a most unorthodox treatment for his dying mom, and who turns out to be … well ... I’ll leave it at that. There’s really nothing more I can say to make this quirky movie sound as enchanting as it is. Don’t miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6847117985624094561?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6847117985624094561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6847117985624094561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/choke-2008.html' title='CHOKE (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAaDA7EDX0I/AAAAAAAADZ4/mDS-0tCEZV8/s72-c/MV5BMTQ3MDAxNTYxMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDM2MTcyMg%40%40__V1__SX98_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2119760320540417509</id><published>2010-06-01T16:06:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:55:44.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DECISION BEFORE DAWN (1951)In war, you have to choose a side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAV2EyFQk1I/AAAAAAAADZo/0yrB8xlM5Nk/s1600/150px-Original_movie_poster_for_the_film_Decision_Before_Dawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAV2EyFQk1I/AAAAAAAADZo/0yrB8xlM5Nk/s200/150px-Original_movie_poster_for_the_film_Decision_Before_Dawn.jpg" width="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In 1944, Nazi Germany was&amp;nbsp;on the brink of&amp;nbsp;defeat but stubbornly resisting surrender, so in a daring&amp;nbsp;push to&amp;nbsp;gain key intelligence, the U.S. Army began recruiting German prisoners to spy behind their own lines. &lt;strong&gt;DECISION BEFORE DAWN&lt;/strong&gt; is the story of the mission of three war-weary men who&amp;nbsp;take on&amp;nbsp;this thankless job, each for his own reasons. Director Anatole Litvak filmed&amp;nbsp;in post-war Germany because of the&amp;nbsp;surplus of bombed-out buildings and tanks, weapons and uniforms, and so accurate and realistic were the script, acting and setting that anyone watching the filming in Wurzberg in 1950-51 might have wondered whether the war ever ended. This not your typical war picture: no stereotypes, no action heroes, no grand and glorious finale, simply a realisatic depiction of a key period of time during the final days of World War II in all its tragedy and irony, co-starring three extraordinary actors now long departed – Gary Merrill, Richard Basehart and Oskar Werner (as a young German spy-recruit torn between his love of the Fatherland and loathing of its Nazi oppressors).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2119760320540417509?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2119760320540417509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2119760320540417509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/decision-before-dawn-1951.html' title='DECISION BEFORE DAWN (1951)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;In war, you have to choose a side&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAV2EyFQk1I/AAAAAAAADZo/0yrB8xlM5Nk/s72-c/150px-Original_movie_poster_for_the_film_Decision_Before_Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2696688606363180268</id><published>2010-05-31T12:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:40:52.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GIGANTIC (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAP2eIRCGiI/AAAAAAAADZY/jrPH1JOgfbw/s1600/File-Gigantic_poster.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAP2eIRCGiI/AAAAAAAADZY/jrPH1JOgfbw/s200/File-Gigantic_poster.jpeg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brian Weathersby (Paul Dano) is a shy 28 year-old mattress salesman, youngest sons of grandparent-aged parents (veterans Ed Asner and Jane Alexander, both excellent). Unfulfilled by his work, he pursues his lifelong goal of adopting a Chinese baby. One day a young woman&amp;nbsp;buys a mattress for her dad. Brian delivers it, and soon finds himself swept up in a romance with the lovely but quirky Harriet "Happy" Lolly (the extraordinary Zooey Deschanel). But to win her over, he must deal with their individual insecurities, plus her bearish and overbearing braggart of a father (John Goodman) with deep pockets, bad back and his daughter's best interest at heart.&amp;nbsp;When Brian gets the baby, Happy chickens out and breaks up with him.&amp;nbsp;Do warm hearts trump cold feet? Find out for yourself in &lt;strong&gt;GIGANTIC&lt;/strong&gt;, a funny, surreal love story about the anxiety and pressures that come when two people with crazy families collide unexpectedly and fall for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2696688606363180268?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2696688606363180268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2696688606363180268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/gigantic-2009.html' title='GIGANTIC (2009)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TAP2eIRCGiI/AAAAAAAADZY/jrPH1JOgfbw/s72-c/File-Gigantic_poster.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8499006751866893709</id><published>2010-05-23T07:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:57:37.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CROSSING DELANCEY (1988) A funny movie about getting serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S_klIZDWQ0I/AAAAAAAADZI/WhfQDHKDnVQ/s1600/t90819dq766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S_klIZDWQ0I/AAAAAAAADZI/WhfQDHKDnVQ/s200/t90819dq766.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isabelle “Izzy” Grossman (Amy Irving) works for a chic New York bookstore uptown and pays frequent visits downtown to her down-to-earth grandmother Ida (Reizl Bozyk, the legendary Yiddish theatre star, in her only film role). Anxious for her granddaughter to settle down, Ida turns to the local marriage broker (Sylvia Miles). Although shocked and annoyed, Izzy allows the matchmaker to introduce her to Sam Posner (Peter Riegert), who sells pickles below Delancey Street. Believing him to be too working-class for her, Izzy sets her sights on a famous writer. But&amp;nbsp;once Izzy discovers the real man inside each of these men, it's&amp;nbsp;the pickle vendor&amp;nbsp;who turns out to be the kosher one. Irving and Riegert are a pairing made in Hollywood heaven, and every scene is a delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8499006751866893709?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8499006751866893709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8499006751866893709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/crossing-delancey-1988-enchanting-love.html' title='CROSSING DELANCEY (1988) &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;A funny movie about getting serious&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S_klIZDWQ0I/AAAAAAAADZI/WhfQDHKDnVQ/s72-c/t90819dq766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6112029674880256500</id><published>2010-05-12T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:19:18.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC (1928)Silent but deadly powerful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S-BkO9phf6I/AAAAAAAADYU/8tPDCzdPBkU/s1600/200px-Passionarc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S-BkO9phf6I/AAAAAAAADYU/8tPDCzdPBkU/s200/200px-Passionarc.jpg" tt="true" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This 1928 French masterpiece focuses a silent but unblinking lens on Joan's trial (based on actual trial records), imprisonment, torture and execution.&amp;nbsp;It's shot&amp;nbsp;predominately in close-ups of the alternately grim and mocking faces of judges and onlookers, and the&amp;nbsp;sad, ravaged face of their defendant. I guarantee you will never forgt those faces. The doomed&amp;nbsp;Joan is portrayed by Renée Jeanne Falconetti, giving what is regarded as one of the greatest performances ever recorded on film. The original edit, long thought to be lost in a fire, was miraculously found in perfect condition in 1981 in a Norwegian mental institution. Incredibly painful yet beautiful to watch. (Trivia note: This was Falconetti's first and only film role.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6112029674880256500?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6112029674880256500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6112029674880256500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/passion-of-joan-of-arc-1927.html' title='THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC (1928)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silent but deadly powerful&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S-BkO9phf6I/AAAAAAAADYU/8tPDCzdPBkU/s72-c/200px-Passionarc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8311025374853897634</id><published>2010-04-20T14:11:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:55:13.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASHBACKS OF A FOOL (2008)Going home reminds you why you left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S837Tz3dTwI/AAAAAAAADYA/Of2HOJAJlLc/s1600/MV5BNDkyNTY0MTMwNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzc3NDEwMg%40%40__V1__SX99_SY140_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S837Tz3dTwI/AAAAAAAADYA/Of2HOJAJlLc/s320/MV5BNDkyNTY0MTMwNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzc3NDEwMg%40%40__V1__SX99_SY140_.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daniel Craig, a fine British actor with 20 years in films prior to Bondage, gives a touching performance as Joe Scott, an aging and all-but-washed-up Hollywood star adrift in a haze of drugs, sex and squandered fame. When he&amp;nbsp;learns of the sudden death of his childhood best friend, he&amp;nbsp;returns to the small English seaside village where he grew up&amp;nbsp;to attend the funeral. There, he's flooded by memories of the summer of ’72 – a summer of innocence, discovery and tragedy that set him on the path to his current life. This powerful drama about love, loss and redemption features a nostalgic soundtrack of songs by Scott Walker, Roxy Music, David Bowie and others. Watch for two scenes in particular: Young Joe and his girlfriend Ruth&amp;nbsp;dancing and lip-syncing to the Roxy song, "If There Is Something," and the wordless final minutes of the&amp;nbsp;film in which loose ends are tied up. Craig (who also&amp;nbsp;executive produced)&amp;nbsp;is superb, as is Claire Forlani (MEET JOE BLACK) in a small but&amp;nbsp;indelible&amp;nbsp;performance as Joe's grownup girlfriend who had married his now dead&amp;nbsp; friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8311025374853897634?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8311025374853897634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8311025374853897634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/flashbacks-of-fool-2008.html' title='FLASHBACKS OF A FOOL (2008)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Going home reminds you why you left&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S837Tz3dTwI/AAAAAAAADYA/Of2HOJAJlLc/s72-c/MV5BNDkyNTY0MTMwNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzc3NDEwMg%40%40__V1__SX99_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7670084559532324979</id><published>2010-03-03T19:46:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:56:48.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMECRIMES (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S48Qz_QSa_I/AAAAAAAADXo/A83ve4DKnIU/s1600-h/51h8fXXwMHL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S48Qz_QSa_I/AAAAAAAADXo/A83ve4DKnIU/s200/51h8fXXwMHL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you share my love of time travel stories, take time to see this&amp;nbsp;Spanish mystery-thriller. Relaxing in his back yard, Héctor spies a topless woman in the woods. Investigating, he finds&amp;nbsp;her now lying dead on the ground. Suddenly, a man pops with a bandaged face pops out of the bushes and stabs him in the arm with a pair of scissors, then starts chasing him. Héctor flees to a nearby building where a mysterious technician (writer/director Nacho Vigalondo) hides him&amp;nbsp;in metal vault-like contraption. Moments later, Héctor emerges to&amp;nbsp;find&amp;nbsp;himself&amp;nbsp;now in the recent past and,&amp;nbsp;from the front of the hillt building,&amp;nbsp;sees&amp;nbsp;his house, wife and himself in the distance.&amp;nbsp;The scientist explains that as a result of unauthorized time travel experiments he's conducting, Héctor is observing his "mirror image" from the day&amp;nbsp;before.&amp;nbsp;From then on (or from&amp;nbsp;then &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt;, as the case may be), events go horribly awry&amp;nbsp;as the increasingly discombobulated time&amp;nbsp;traveler&amp;nbsp;tries set things right. Is he successful? Wish I could say, but after&amp;nbsp;two enjoyable&amp;nbsp;viewings, I’m still confused. This version (with has&amp;nbsp;hard-to-read yellow subtitles) is being remade, with David Cronenberg directing. But don’t wait –&amp;nbsp;catch&amp;nbsp;the Spanish version now&amp;nbsp;on Netflix. &lt;a href="http://cinefantastiqueonline.com/2009/04/time-crimes-2007-film-review/"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7670084559532324979?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7670084559532324979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7670084559532324979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/timecrimes-2007.html' title='TIMECRIMES (2007)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S48Qz_QSa_I/AAAAAAAADXo/A83ve4DKnIU/s72-c/51h8fXXwMHL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5466635571359771614</id><published>2010-02-19T04:48:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:36:31.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie making magic then and now</title><content type='html'>In the classic “I coulda been a contender” scene in 1954's ON THE WATERFRONT, Marlon Brando and Rod Steiger are talking in the back seat of a cab. The cab seems to be moving because of the&amp;nbsp;traffic&amp;nbsp;sounds and lights moving across the actors' bodies and faces – but of course it's not. The scene was shot in a studio, a detail none-too-subtly obscured by &lt;i&gt;closed window blinds&lt;/i&gt; on the vehicle's rear window. Watch the scene, not merely to see how hard it is to believe today that the cab is really moving, but to marvel at how easy it is not to care because of the power of the acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeVq1e6JKlw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeVq1e6JKlw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s a short video on the state of today's special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dvice.com/archives/2010/02/chromakey-world.php"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5466635571359771614?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5466635571359771614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5466635571359771614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/movie-magic.html' title='&lt;p&gt;Movie making magic then and now&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3263528367531009301</id><published>2010-02-13T07:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:58:13.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AS GOOD AS IT GETS (1997) As good as romantic comedies get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S3avkglGfOI/AAAAAAAADXM/EY_B2hv49_c/s1600-h/200px-As_good_as_it_gets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S3avkglGfOI/AAAAAAAADXM/EY_B2hv49_c/s200/200px-As_good_as_it_gets.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS GOOD AS IT GETS&lt;/strong&gt; treats us to direction, writing and acting as good as it all gets. Starring Jack Nicholson as an obsessive-compulsive, misanthropic, homophomic&amp;nbsp;bigot&amp;nbsp;(and that's being kind) who gets involved in the lives of a single mother (Helen Hunt) and gay neighbor (Greg Kinnear),&amp;nbsp;each of whom winds up growing as a result of knowing and helping the others. At its heart, this an old-fashioned feel-good romantic comedy, though it takes a while to see the romance part. Nominated for an Academy Award for Best Picture and winner for Best Actor and Best Actress, it’s ranked number 140 on Empire's "The 500 Greatest Movies of All Time" and even higher on my personal list of favorite films.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3263528367531009301?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3263528367531009301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3263528367531009301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-good-as-it-gets-1997-brace-yourself.html' title='AS GOOD AS IT GETS (1997) &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;As good as romantic comedies get&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S3avkglGfOI/AAAAAAAADXM/EY_B2hv49_c/s72-c/200px-As_good_as_it_gets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6994851527360517377</id><published>2010-02-05T20:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:25:15.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NAKED PREY (1966) Safari, not so good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S19K6hwQiPI/AAAAAAAADW8/8aYXPePZolU/s1600-h/51Hs6Ma8IgL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S19K6hwQiPI/AAAAAAAADW8/8aYXPePZolU/s200/51Hs6Ma8IgL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you’re squeamish about animal hunting – especially if the animal is a &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;THE NAKED PREY&lt;/strong&gt; may not be the prey-fect movie for you. But if you can make it through several pretty graphic scenes to the end, you’ll be rewarded by an entertaining lesson on how to survive in the wild and what “will to live” &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; means. A group on safari runs into a reclusive African tribe who seems friendly enough. But when an arrogant&amp;nbsp;member of the party refuses to gift the chieftain, the men are seized and killed, one by one, each in a different, creative and horrifying way. (Hint: you may never want to think about meat turning slowly on a rotisserie again.) One man (Cornell Wilde, who also directed), the safari guide who had tried to talk the others into giving the gifts, is spared from death but stripped of clothes and weapons, set free to run, and then pursued like an animal by a party of relentless tribal warriors. Trust me, it's a jungle out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6994851527360517377?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6994851527360517377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6994851527360517377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/naked-prey.html' title='THE NAKED PREY (1966) &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Safari, not so good&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S19K6hwQiPI/AAAAAAAADW8/8aYXPePZolU/s72-c/51Hs6Ma8IgL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2936941065145558268</id><published>2010-01-21T20:56:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:20:32.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BRIEF ENCOUNTER (1946)Bittersweet parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S1kT4X0ieCI/AAAAAAAADWs/RC1BDPv8ix8/s1600-h/41sa8KoHAtL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S1kT4X0ieCI/AAAAAAAADWs/RC1BDPv8ix8/s200/41sa8KoHAtL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This exquisitely crafted British&amp;nbsp;classic was directed by the great David Lean and based on Noel Coward’s 1935&amp;nbsp;half-hour one-act stage play “Still Life.” It’s one of filmdom’s great romantic tear-jerkers. Simply told&amp;nbsp;and emotionally honest, &lt;strong&gt;BRIEF ENCOUNTER&lt;/strong&gt; is a peek into the quiet desperation involved in a brief extramarital love affair between two married, middle-class Brits who meet in the refreshment tea room of a railway station and continue to see each other over seven weekly meetings.&amp;nbsp;Laura (Celia Johnson) is a wife and mother&amp;nbsp;hungry for&amp;nbsp;escape from her humdrum life and sterile marriage; Alec (Trevor Howard) is a&amp;nbsp;kind young&amp;nbsp;doctor. The &amp;nbsp;passion between&amp;nbsp;them is obvious, yet the film maintains chaste minimalism throughout – a credit to the writing, direction and British sensibilities of the time.&amp;nbsp;You'll want&amp;nbsp;a box of tissues&amp;nbsp;nearby for the ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2936941065145558268?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2936941065145558268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2936941065145558268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/01/brief-encounter-1946.html' title='BRIEF ENCOUNTER (1946)&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bittersweet parting&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S1kT4X0ieCI/AAAAAAAADWs/RC1BDPv8ix8/s72-c/41sa8KoHAtL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-879460385061457296</id><published>2010-01-13T18:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:59:52.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VANILLA SKY (2001) Dream or reality - which is the nightmare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S0-9iByTsCI/AAAAAAAADWc/eLNjhYY2d6k/s1600-h/200px-Vanilla_sky_post.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S0-9iByTsCI/AAAAAAAADWc/eLNjhYY2d6k/s200/200px-Vanilla_sky_post.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;VANILLA SKY&lt;/b&gt;, directed by Cameron Crowe and starring Tom Cruise and Penelope Cruz, is the American remake of the Spanish film OPEN YOUR EYES (1997); and while I prefer the earlier, slightly less complex version, I think this one does it justice. What &lt;i&gt;can'&lt;/i&gt;t do justice to this part&amp;nbsp;mystery, part love story, part sci-fi multi-layered film is a synopsis. All I'll say is that's its about a young man named David (Cruise) who has wealth, good looks and a gorgeous f**k buddy (Cameron Diaz) who adores him. But just when he thinks he's found true love with an enigmatic dancer named Sofia (Cruz,&amp;nbsp;same role&amp;nbsp;as in&amp;nbsp;the original), he's in a car accident that leaves his face horribly disfigured and loses his dream life ... or is &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; just a dream? After several viewings, I'm still trying to figure it all out. Cruz is wonderful in both films, though I think she's better in the Spanish-language version. And here's something I never thought I'd say: Cruise is terrific. His persona fits the role of David perfectly. My only quibble is that I think director Crowe, in his zeal to top the Spanish version, added unnecessary plot points and symbolic elements. I get the feeling he's saying, "Look how clever I am," which comes across even in his commentary track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-879460385061457296?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/879460385061457296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/879460385061457296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/01/vanilla-sky-2001-dreams-nightmares.html' title='VANILLA SKY (2001) &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dream or reality - which is the nightmare?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S0-9iByTsCI/AAAAAAAADWc/eLNjhYY2d6k/s72-c/200px-Vanilla_sky_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3721591881576974090</id><published>2010-01-12T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:07:49.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Woodyisms from MANHATTAN (1979)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Isaac Davis&lt;/b&gt; (Allen): “Why is life worth living? It's a very good question. Um... Well, there are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh... Like what... okay... um... For me, uh... ooh... I would say... what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing... uh... um... and Wilie Mays... and um... the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony... and um... Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues... um... Swedish movies, naturally... Sentimental Education by Flaubert... uh... Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra... um... those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne... uh... the crabs at Sam Wo's... uh... Tracy's face...”&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Female Party Guest&lt;/b&gt;: “I finally had an orgasm, and my doctor said it was the wrong kind.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaac&lt;/b&gt;: You had the wrong kind? I've never had the wrong kind, ever. My worst one was right on the money.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3721591881576974090?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3721591881576974090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3721591881576974090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-of-my-favorite-quotes-from-woody.html' title='Two Woodyisms from MANHATTAN (1979)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8953629151165469341</id><published>2009-12-06T20:44:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:24:56.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITE CHRISTMAS (1954)Christmas in Vermont with old friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxsXxa-gbJI/AAAAAAAADVU/y3Vg_vUdeog/s1600-h/200px-White_Chrismas_film.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxsXxa-gbJI/AAAAAAAADVU/y3Vg_vUdeog/s200/200px-White_Chrismas_film.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WW II vets Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye form a song and dance team. Ten years later, convinced that success has turned his partner into a workaholic, Kaye finangles an introduction to singing sisters Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen. When the girls travel to a Vermont lodge to perform a Christmas show, the boys follow, only to discover that their former C.O. is the owner of the picture postcard-perfect property which, due to a dearth of snow and guests, is foundering. A series of romantic mix-ups follows as the performers try to help the General. Of course all ends well with everybody singing the title song. &lt;b&gt;WHITE CHRISTMAS&lt;/b&gt; brims with great stars and songs and dance routines, not to mention old-fashioned holiday spirit. For me, it’s an annual reunion with screen friends long gone, and a reminder of the unabashedly sentimental and romantic Hollywood musicals from my youth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8953629151165469341?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8953629151165469341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8953629151165469341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html' title='WHITE CHRISTMAS (1954)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas in Vermont with old friends&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxsXxa-gbJI/AAAAAAAADVU/y3Vg_vUdeog/s72-c/200px-White_Chrismas_film.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-4790597914151558785</id><published>2009-12-05T19:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:00:47.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO HIGHWAY IN THE SKY (1951)Stressed-out scientist stresses metal stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxxT1X6eMeI/AAAAAAAADVc/Y31GYWjAX28/s1600-h/v28010mvfwh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxxT1X6eMeI/AAAAAAAADVc/Y31GYWjAX28/s200/v28010mvfwh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most of the cast of this little-known gem is British, as are the look and feel of the film, but the lead actor is Jimmy Stewart. Aeronautical engineer Theodore Honey is the quintessential absent-minded professor: eccentric, forgetful, brilliant – a sober version of Stewart's Elwood P. Dowd, character in HARVEY. Honey’s&amp;nbsp;math shows that the passenger aircraft Reindeer, manufactured by his employers, has a deadly structural design flaw that manifests itself without warning after a certain number of flying hours. Of course, nobody believes him despite the recent, unexplained crash of one of the planes. En route to the crash site to gather evidence, Honey discovers that he is aboard a Reindeer which is rapidly approaching the predicted deadline. He warns the crew and several passengers, but after a safe landing, Honey is ridiculed by almost everyone. Then, moments later, the tail of the Reindeer Honey has been testing falls off and proves him a hero. Mixed in with the suspenseful will-it-or-won't-it-crash moments, &lt;b&gt;NO HIGHWAY IN THE SKY&lt;/b&gt; is filled with others of gentle humor and tremendous warmth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-4790597914151558785?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4790597914151558785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4790597914151558785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-highway-in-sky-1951.html' title='NO HIGHWAY IN THE SKY (1951)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stressed-out scientist stresses metal stress&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxxT1X6eMeI/AAAAAAAADVc/Y31GYWjAX28/s72-c/v28010mvfwh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-4445185054407980641</id><published>2009-12-03T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:01:13.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DEVIL AND DANIEL WEBSTER (1941)Choose your soul benefactor wisely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxpqvtsLAsI/AAAAAAAADVE/U0v1c5EBjKQ/s1600-h/51D541AXAAL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxpqvtsLAsI/AAAAAAAADVE/U0v1c5EBjKQ/s200/51D541AXAAL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jabez Stone (James Craig) is a hard-working New England farmer with an adoring wife struggling to make an honest living. But a streak of bad luck tempts him to bargain with Scratch (Walter Huston), aka the Devil, and in return for seven years of good fortune, Jabez mortgages his soul. Time passes and Jabez prospers. But days away from the deadline, after he has gained a fortune yet lost his friends, wife and self-respect, he repents and enlists legal counsel from the one man who might save him in the trial for his soul: the legendary orator and politician Daniel Webster (Edward Arnold). Despite a rigged jury, unsympathetic judge and the wiliest of prosecutors, the Devil himself, Jabez wins and gets to keep his soul, albeit barely. As for Scratch, he's momentarily defeated but ever the optimist, and in the final scene, he warns us as he points a bony finger directly at the camera that his quest foor new souls never ends, so we'd better keep a tight hold on ours. Directed with great flair by William Dieterle, THE DEVIL AND DANIEL WEBSTER brings Stephen Vincent Benét's classic short story to life with inspired, noirish visuals, an evocative Oscar-winning score by Bernard Herrmann, and an indelible performance by the great Huston as the diabolical, yet humorously impish, Scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jabez&amp;nbsp;Stone sells his soul&lt;/i&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmtfouEJ0Cw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmtfouEJ0Cw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-4445185054407980641?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4445185054407980641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4445185054407980641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/12/devil-and-daniel-webster-1941.html' title='THE DEVIL AND DANIEL WEBSTER (1941)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choose your soul benefactor wisely&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxpqvtsLAsI/AAAAAAAADVE/U0v1c5EBjKQ/s72-c/51D541AXAAL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-115595249657005486</id><published>2009-12-02T20:52:00.029-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:01:54.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE OUTLAW (1943) Lusty, busty Western</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxptkzPYGfI/AAAAAAAADVM/YaRn50oNjYA/s1600-h/51ZYMDJ9E5L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxptkzPYGfI/AAAAAAAADVM/YaRn50oNjYA/s200/51ZYMDJ9E5L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE OUTLAW,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;produced and directed by that billionaire who flew planes and wound up a hermit, Howard Hughes, is an odd&amp;nbsp;take by an odd (and first-time) director on&amp;nbsp;the legendary relationship&amp;nbsp;of Doc Holliday (Walter Huston) and Billy the Kid (Jack Buetel) in which the&amp;nbsp;two gunfighters&amp;nbsp;evolve from outlaw enemies, to outlaw pals, to almost father and son, and finally, to a parting of ways over a woman played by buxom newcomer Jane Russell. (She was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; buxom, in fact) that Hughes designed a special bra for her to skirt censorship.) This is another Huston gem and likely the strangest Western you’ll ever see. The direction is strange, the story is strange, the dialog is strange, the acting is strange, and the relationships among the characters, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; strange. But all that strangeness is fascinating and fun to watch, if occasionally tedious due to the leisurely pacing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-115595249657005486?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/115595249657005486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/115595249657005486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2006/08/outlaw-1943-lusty-busty-western_18.html' title='THE OUTLAW (1943) &lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lusty, busty Western&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SxptkzPYGfI/AAAAAAAADVM/YaRn50oNjYA/s72-c/51ZYMDJ9E5L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6029919678726212107</id><published>2009-11-24T10:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:02:20.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.B., 10, THAT'S LIFEThree guys go a little nuts in La-La Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Sw2JqRRTw4I/AAAAAAAADUg/umUt5YPQBZ4/s1600/sob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Sw2JqRRTw4I/AAAAAAAADUg/umUt5YPQBZ4/s200/sob.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Sw2Jd36YSyI/AAAAAAAADUQ/G_O5W4WDetY/s1600/that%27s+life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Sw2Jd36YSyI/AAAAAAAADUQ/G_O5W4WDetY/s200/that%27s+life.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Sw2JiZ5yfpI/AAAAAAAADUY/Gh-3y8nFzsM/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Sw2JiZ5yfpI/AAAAAAAADUY/Gh-3y8nFzsM/s200/10.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These three Blake Edwards-directed movies, though decades old, are repeatedly watchable. &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; is about a hugely successful song writer (Dudley Moore) consumed with middle age angst who temporarily abandons his level-headed, longtime&amp;nbsp;love (Julie Andrews) to pursue to&amp;nbsp;amazing lengths the perfect woman of his fantasies (Bo Derek). Alas, in the flesh,&amp;nbsp;Bo turns out to be totally Bo-ring. The wildly farcical &lt;b&gt;S.O.B&lt;/b&gt;.(Standard Operating Bullshit) is about a hugely successful film director (Richard Mulligan) whose monumental box office flop drives him to four unsuccessful (and very funny) suicide attempts. In a burst of creativity, he figures out how to re-edit the nursery rhymish film starring his ex-wife (Julie Andrews) into a soft porno in which she bares her boobs for the first time in her career. (Scuttlebutt at the time was the film was Edwards' F.U. to Hollywood for typecasting Andrews, his real-life wife, as a perennial virgin, and there are many "in" references to this throughout,) &lt;b&gt;THAT’S LIFE! &lt;/b&gt;is about a hugely successful architect (Jack Lemmon) whose middle-age hypochondria blinds him to his wife's (Andrews)&amp;nbsp;truly serious medical crisis. As was Lemmon's specialty, he makes laugh and cry, sometimes in the same scene. What these films have in common, besides their wealthy, successful&amp;nbsp;main characters, is a&amp;nbsp;peek at Hollywood navel gazing by a director who knew where all the lint was buried, blurry lines between comedy and pathos, and wonderful acting by&amp;nbsp;A-list actors&amp;nbsp;including Lemmon, William Holden, Robert Preston, Robert Webber and others, plus a host of lesser-knowns with small parts who enrich every scene. Rent one, rent all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6029919678726212107?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6029919678726212107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6029919678726212107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-sob-and-thats-lifep-three-blake.html' title='S.O.B., 10, THAT&apos;S LIFE&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Three guys go a little nuts in La-La Land&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Sw2JqRRTw4I/AAAAAAAADUg/umUt5YPQBZ4/s72-c/sob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6538134565069148232</id><published>2009-11-17T06:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:16:48.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Orson Welles: The Commercial Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thegrumblebunny.vox.com/library/audio/6a00c22522e470549d00d41429ad236a47.html"&gt;Listen to the Great Orson Welles&lt;/a&gt;, reduced in later years to voicing badly written commercials about peas and prairie-fed chopped beef, mouthing off to his British directors during a recording session&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6538134565069148232?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6538134565069148232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6538134565069148232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/11/orson-welles-commercial-years.html' title='Orson Welles: The Commercial Years'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5761803765911970293</id><published>2009-11-04T14:42:00.048-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:58:33.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DODSWORTH (1936)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SvwI6fEiYSI/AAAAAAAADT4/eJ0ImhHZra4/s1600-h/51G10SQ25JL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SvwI6fEiYSI/AAAAAAAADT4/eJ0ImhHZra4/s320/51G10SQ25JL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DODSWORTH&lt;/strong&gt; is an astute and refreshingly mature drama about love, marriage and divorce. Middle-aged Midwestern Magnate Sam Dodsworth (Walter Huston) is head of an automobile manufacturing company. His slightly younger wife Fran (Ruth Chatterton), a shallow and vain woman in obsessive denial about her age, talks him into retiring and taking her to Europe. Immediately, she begins to view herself as a sophisticated world traveler, and Sam as boring and unimaginative. Craving excitement and attention, she begins a series of flirtations which Sam patiently indulges until she announces she's leaving him for a titled gentleman. Heart-broken, Sam roams to Italy where he runs into Edith Cortright (Mary Astor), a divorcee whom he'd met en route to Europe. The two fall in love and Sam agrees to let his wife divorce him. But then Fran's engagement is foiled by the nobleman’s Old World mother (she refuses to give her consent, calling Fran too old, an irony that hits her hard). She calls off the divorce and begs Sam to take her back and take her home (where their first grandchild has just been born, another ironic twist). He agrees – more out of loyalty than love – but in the climactic scene moments before the ship sails for America, Sam realizes the marriage is over. DODSWORTH was perhaps the first Hollywood film drama (based on a novel by Sinclair Lewis) of the sound era that so forthrightly addressed the complexity of a failing marriage and impending divorce, made especially compelling since Sam Dodsworth is such an admirable and upstanding character who means well and tries so hard to uphold the ideal of marital commitment. Sharply directed by William Wyler and wonderfully acted (Huston had done it on Broadway), the film is still relevant after 77 years. (Trivia note: Watch for the brief but memorable appearance of 20-something David Niven in one of his very earliest film appearances, as a shipboard Lothario.)&lt;a href="http://www.tcm.com/video/videoPlayer/?cid=186222&amp;amp;titleId=73332"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Clip&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5761803765911970293?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5761803765911970293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5761803765911970293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/11/dodsworth-1936.html' title='DODSWORTH (1936)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SvwI6fEiYSI/AAAAAAAADT4/eJ0ImhHZra4/s72-c/51G10SQ25JL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7639850591818429110</id><published>2009-11-02T14:52:00.027-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:12:19.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICAN MADNESS (1932)Haven't we learned anything about the economy in 77 years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su9HvRZCnpI/AAAAAAAADTA/OPdXjPKipGw/s1600-h/510N7VSWGKL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399613355688369810" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su9HvRZCnpI/AAAAAAAADTA/OPdXjPKipGw/s200/510N7VSWGKL__SS500_.jpg" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first of director Frank Capra's dramas dealing with tough social issues, &lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN MADNESS&lt;/strong&gt; takes us inside a mid-size bank during the Depression years. Wonderful Walter Huston (the grizzled prospector in THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE 16 years later) is the amiable, deeply caring bank president with a lot on his plate including a hostile Board trying to stop his making loans to customers whom they consider to be bad risks, a dishonest employee who steals and an honest one with a record for stealing (Pat O’Brien), a robbery, a bored wife who appears to be having an affair, and a massive run on his bank that threatens to wipe out his 25 years of faithful service to his bank and community. You'll see echoes of IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE, which Capra made more than a decade later. Dated as it may look, it raises banking and economic issues eerily similar to current ones. &lt;a href="http://www.tcm.com/thismonth/article.jsp?cid=150144&amp;amp;mainArticleId=252903"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for an excellent overview/review. (Trivia note: Capra was a well-known stickler for detail. Example: in several scenes, his camera treats us to an inside look at the mechanics of locking and unlocking a giant valut, and how cash was hand-delivered and allocated among the tellers. I found this stuff&amp;nbsp;quite interesting.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7639850591818429110?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7639850591818429110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7639850591818429110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/11/american-madness-1932.html' title='AMERICAN MADNESS (1932)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haven&apos;t we learned &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; about the economy in 77 years?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su9HvRZCnpI/AAAAAAAADTA/OPdXjPKipGw/s72-c/510N7VSWGKL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3112992949819299680</id><published>2009-11-02T11:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:07:38.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GABRIEL OVER THE WHITE HOUSE (1933) Boy, could Obama use an angel now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S-hSg0HQB1I/AAAAAAAADYs/hlWdGpS75zI/s1600/51TcN06IdGL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S-hSg0HQB1I/AAAAAAAADYs/hlWdGpS75zI/s200/51TcN06IdGL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In &lt;b&gt;GABRIEL OVER THE WHITE HOUSE,&lt;/b&gt; set in the Great Depression, Walter Huston plays newly elected president "Judd" Hammond, an affable but apathetic and mildly corrupt party hack with little else on his agenda besides coddling his nephew, romancing his secretary, and ignoring the plight of the unemployed. But when he is seriously injured in an auto accident and wakes from a coma, Hammond has been totally transformed by the angel Gabriel. The now driven&amp;nbsp;President Hammond becomes an outspoken advocate of integrity and economic justice, regarded as a hero by some, a dictator by others. Unilaterally enacting strong measures, he makes powerful enemies, yet manages to right many wrongs before abruptly dying. To this day GABRIEL is controversial for its frank acknowledgment of political policies based on scripture and its association of policies too "liberal" by some and with religious beliefs too "conservative" for others (sound familiar?). Nonetheless, the film is astonishingly prophetic in its portrayal of the failures of Wall Street and government, and its sincere commitment to Biblical principles is fresh and interesting. (Trivia notes: Remember the dying sea captain in MALTESE FALCON who brings the Black Bird to Sam Spade? &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; was Walter in an unbilled cameo in his son John's first directorial effort. He was also the grandfather of actress Angelica. Walter, John, Angelica Huston – three generations of Oscar winners of whose contributions to American cinema no critic ever said, "Hustons, we've got a problem!").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3112992949819299680?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3112992949819299680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3112992949819299680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/gabriel-over-white-house-1933.html' title='GABRIEL OVER THE WHITE HOUSE (1933) &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boy, could Obama use an angel &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/S-hSg0HQB1I/AAAAAAAADYs/hlWdGpS75zI/s72-c/51TcN06IdGL__SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8625357445177178764</id><published>2009-11-01T13:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:08:04.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLEN (1989)Demon-strably unsettling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su84jS_Eh7I/AAAAAAAADSw/F1q1soIxiAc/s1600-h/3CVCA6ZFHYXCAHVG7JMCAYOO4QUCA4HKJQ5CAL05SUECANJC155CAG7UAXJCAX38K2ACA9OTDTHCAY352X7CAU9T6TMCA71INLECAQPQP22CAPJHAXSCAKFF7NJCAC81N2HCAPDH4S4CAFO6SX8CA7AKJWW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399596657283467186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su84jS_Eh7I/AAAAAAAADSw/F1q1soIxiAc/s200/3CVCA6ZFHYXCAHVG7JMCAYOO4QUCA4HKJQ5CAL05SUECANJC155CAG7UAXJCAX38K2ACA9OTDTHCAY352X7CAU9T6TMCA71INLECAQPQP22CAPJHAXSCAKFF7NJCAC81N2HCAPDH4S4CAFO6SX8CA7AKJWW.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 130px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 91px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Immediately after a sadistic serial killer named Reese is executed, the cop who captured him, John Hobbes (Denzil Washington), is tasked with finding a killer who seems to be copycatting Reese. But this is no copycat, Hobbes discovers; it's the concentrated evil that escaped Reese's body&amp;nbsp;upon his death – a demon called Azazel that is now hopping from one body to another to continue killing, and to terrorize Hobbes and his family. Some reviewers called this thriller less than thrilling, but&amp;nbsp;I found it&amp;nbsp;intense and&amp;nbsp;unsettling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8625357445177178764?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8625357445177178764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8625357445177178764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/11/fallen-1989.html' title='FALLEN (1989)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demon-strably unsettling&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su84jS_Eh7I/AAAAAAAADSw/F1q1soIxiAc/s72-c/3CVCA6ZFHYXCAHVG7JMCAYOO4QUCA4HKJQ5CAL05SUECANJC155CAG7UAXJCAX38K2ACA9OTDTHCAY352X7CAU9T6TMCA71INLECAQPQP22CAPJHAXSCAKFF7NJCAC81N2HCAPDH4S4CAFO6SX8CA7AKJWW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6765739821932101186</id><published>2009-10-24T21:46:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:27:10.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FEARLESS (1993)A man survives a plane crash, but can he survive life afterwards?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SuO8dscrmhI/AAAAAAAADMI/0sD0xzZnrjw/s1600-h/MV5BMTI0MTA3Njk0OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzMxMzcxMQ%40%40._V1._SX98_SY140_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396363996853672466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SuO8dscrmhI/AAAAAAAADMI/0sD0xzZnrjw/s200/MV5BMTI0MTA3Njk0OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzMxMzcxMQ%40%40._V1._SX98_SY140_.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 140px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 97px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Architect Max Klein (Jeff Bridges), one of the few survivors of a terrible air crash and dubbed by the media “The Good Samaritan” for having led others to safety, has emerged feeling godlike and invulnerable. Disconnected from his wife (Isabella Rosselini) and son, he feels close only to another survivor, Carla (Rosie Perez), a young mother immobilized with grief and guilt over the death of her infant son. Their struggle to survive the survival is intricately set up in the first 111 minutes of the film; the final 10 pays it all off: in flashback, as Max lies suffocating from an allergic reaction to a strawberry, we see him moments before the crash walking in slow-motion through the rapidly descending plane, comforting terrified passengers with a smile, a nod, a few words. He then takes the seat next to a frightened young boy who is traveling alone, assuring him all will be well. This exquisite final sequence, its masterfully edited visuals perfectly underscored by a passage from Gorecki’s painfully beautiful “Symphony of Sorrowful Songs,” culminates with Max’s jolt back to breath and sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6765739821932101186?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6765739821932101186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6765739821932101186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/10/fearless-1993_24.html' title='FEARLESS (1993)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;A man survives a plane crash, but can he survive life afterwards?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SuO8dscrmhI/AAAAAAAADMI/0sD0xzZnrjw/s72-c/MV5BMTI0MTA3Njk0OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzMxMzcxMQ%40%40._V1._SX98_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1306859479056681843</id><published>2009-10-14T09:15:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:10:00.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUTTER (2004)Shudder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/StXfRNkfnbI/AAAAAAAADLI/7moUmwr2KoI/s1600-h/MV5BMjA5OTMwNjY1M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTg1MDg0MQ%40%40__V1__SX100_SY140_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392461615639535026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/StXfRNkfnbI/AAAAAAAADLI/7moUmwr2KoI/s200/MV5BMjA5OTMwNjY1M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTg1MDg0MQ%40%40__V1__SX100_SY140_.jpg" style="float: left; height: 140px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 100px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until its final scene, &lt;strong&gt;SHUTTER&lt;/strong&gt; is a mostly predictable, albeit pretty good, revenge tale about a professional photographer and his new bride who, after accidentally hitting a woman with their car, discover mysterious shadows in their photos. You'll spot most of the scary moments a mile away, but the film's closing image, the ghost's revenge on the last of three characters, will haunt you. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1306859479056681843?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1306859479056681843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1306859479056681843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/10/shutter-2004.html' title='SHUTTER (2004)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shudder!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/StXfRNkfnbI/AAAAAAAADLI/7moUmwr2KoI/s72-c/MV5BMjA5OTMwNjY1M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTg1MDg0MQ%40%40__V1__SX100_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5175103859811814891</id><published>2009-10-12T15:57:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:10:29.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELS IN AMERICA (2003):"A Gay Fantasia on National Themes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/StOYgq_AUwI/AAAAAAAADLA/Zjfzair4wuE/s1600-h/512MTZBBPML__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391820865954403074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/StOYgq_AUwI/AAAAAAAADLA/Zjfzair4wuE/s200/512MTZBBPML__SL500_AA240_.jpg" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Mike Nichols-directed HBO film based on Tony Kushner's prize-winning play is an astonishing mix of philosophy, politics, and gay soap opera. Various plotlines weave around a gay couple, Prior (Justin Kirk) and Louis (Ben Shenkman), whose relationship crumbles when Prior contracts AIDS and starts having fever-fueled religious visions of an angel (Emma Thompson) proclaiming Prior to be a prophet. Unable to cope, Louis flees and starts a relationship with Joe (Patrick Wilson), a closeted Mormon who works for Roy Cohn (Al Pacino), the venomous right-wing lawyer notorious for his ruthless behind-the-scenes machinations and gay-bashing, himself deeply closeted. Other characters include Joe's depressed and hallucinating wife (Mary Louise Parker) and stern but open-minded mother (Meryl Streep), a caustic drag queen/nurse (Jeffrey Wright) friends with both Prior and Louis, and the gloating ghost of Ethel Rosenberg (also Streep), whose conviction of spying and subsequent execution, and her husband's, resulted from Cohn's prosecution. Be prepared: ANGELS is a complex, dialogue-heavy tale that requires rapt attention and perhaps a second viewing to fully appreciate its breadth and depth. For me, it was a moving experience worth it every minute of the six hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5175103859811814891?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5175103859811814891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5175103859811814891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/10/angels-in-america-hbo-filmed-version-of.html' title='ANGELS IN AMERICA (2003):&lt;br&gt;&lt;I&gt;&quot;A Gay Fantasia on National Themes&quot;&lt;/I&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/StOYgq_AUwI/AAAAAAAADLA/Zjfzair4wuE/s72-c/512MTZBBPML__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5368963518958111664</id><published>2009-10-08T07:03:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:11:09.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIN MEN (1987)Tin-acious salesmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Ss3VVMvG3TI/AAAAAAAADK4/wErpQKNRoQ0/s1600-h/51FRC9GB7VL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390198889205128498" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Ss3VVMvG3TI/AAAAAAAADK4/wErpQKNRoQ0/s200/51FRC9GB7VL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the early '60s, Baltimore&amp;nbsp;is the epicenter of the aluminum-siding&amp;nbsp;business, and the men who sell the stuff&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;("tin men") care about basically two things in life: making sales (legal and otherwise) and owning the latest model Cadillac. Two of these guys (Danny DeVito and Richard Dreyfus, perfectly cast), who work at competing companies, have a minor collision (Dreyfus’ Caddy is fresh off the lot with 1/16th of a mile on it!). This triggers a major war of one-upmanship starting with DeVito busting out Dreyfus’ car windows and quickly escalating to Dreyfus seducing DeVito’s beautiful, bored wife (Barbara Hershey). Written and directed by Barry Levinson, &lt;strong&gt;TIN MEN&lt;/strong&gt; is both funny and poignant. Watch for several of Levinson’s signature coffee shop scenes replete with hilarious dialogue, and check out &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094155/quotes"&gt;these quotes&lt;/a&gt; from the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5368963518958111664?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5368963518958111664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5368963518958111664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/10/tin-men-1987.html' title='TIN MEN (1987)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tin-acious salesmen&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Ss3VVMvG3TI/AAAAAAAADK4/wErpQKNRoQ0/s72-c/51FRC9GB7VL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8577820485385455861</id><published>2009-09-23T11:52:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:14:13.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FETCHING CODY (2005)Take time (travel) to help someone you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SrpSxaCJjCI/AAAAAAAADKY/QTDUh0L-3O8/s1600-h/u73620z2ejk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384707313230253090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SrpSxaCJjCI/AAAAAAAADKY/QTDUh0L-3O8/s200/u73620z2ejk.jpg" style="float: left; height: 182px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 130px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a classic “what-if” time travel, romantic love story in the tradition of BUTTERFLY EFFECT. A young street hustler seeks to save his drug addicted-girlfriend from an overdose by visiting key moments in her past (his time machine is a La-Z-Boy recliner festooned with Christmas tree lights). After a number of failed rescue missions, he realizes the only way to fix her life is for them never to meet. &lt;b&gt;FETCHING CODY&lt;/b&gt; is an inventive and emotionally engaging little film that I highly recommend, especially if you're into tales about time travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8577820485385455861?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8577820485385455861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8577820485385455861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/09/fetching-cody-2009.html' title='FETCHING CODY (2005)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take time (travel) to help someone you love&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SrpSxaCJjCI/AAAAAAAADKY/QTDUh0L-3O8/s72-c/u73620z2ejk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7141258487120218588</id><published>2009-09-22T15:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:42:45.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAP (1989)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TBfXlurgfkI/AAAAAAAADaI/zHRFdha5-SI/s1600/MV5BNDEyNzc0NDAwMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTQwMDUzMQ%40%40__V1__SX97_SY140_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TBfXlurgfkI/AAAAAAAADaI/zHRFdha5-SI/s320/MV5BNDEyNzc0NDAwMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTQwMDUzMQ%40%40__V1__SX97_SY140_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Want to&amp;nbsp;watch some &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; dancing? Skip Michael Jackson videos and catch &lt;strong&gt;TAP&lt;/strong&gt;, a lovely homage to the world of traditional tap starring such aging but still then-energetic legends as Jimmy Slyde, Sandman Sims, Henry LeTang, and Harold Nicholas (one half of the incredible team, the Nicholas Brothers), plus three contemporary tappers: Gergory Hines, Sammy Davis, Jr. and a young Savion Glover. The movie centers on an oft-recycled plot, “Will the hero (Hines) go straight or stay crooked” and is packed with sometimes totally illogical excuses to dance. But who cares? Once these pros start tapping, logic be damned. Sadly, most of the cast is now gone, including Davis and Hines, but a grown-up Savion Glover carries on the tradition, and thank goodness for celluloid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7141258487120218588?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7141258487120218588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7141258487120218588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/09/tap-1989.html' title='TAP (1989)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/TBfXlurgfkI/AAAAAAAADaI/zHRFdha5-SI/s72-c/MV5BNDEyNzc0NDAwMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTQwMDUzMQ%40%40__V1__SX97_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1976342444343918055</id><published>2009-09-16T21:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:51:25.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSAGE TO MARSEILLE (1944)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SrGfK5EnHGI/AAAAAAAADKQ/yb4pBh-GKig/s1600-h/51ZgtyxVw%2BL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382258039152122978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SrGfK5EnHGI/AAAAAAAADKQ/yb4pBh-GKig/s200/51ZgtyxVw%2BL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A follow-up to the enormously successful CASABLANCA (1943), &lt;strong&gt;PASSAGE TO MARSEILLE&lt;/strong&gt; capitalizes on the considerable talents of many of the same cast (Humphrey Bogart, Claude Rains, Peter Lorre, Sydney Greenstreet) and crew. Told in a flashbacks-within-flashback structure, the story centers on Matrac (Bogart), a freedom-loving French journalist who sacrifices his happiness and security to battle Nazi tyranny. The film opens as a French liaison officer (Rains) tells Mantrac's story to a British reporter. Years earlier, Mantrac was married and deliriously happy, but he was framed by pro-fascists and sentenced to Devil's Island. After escaping to sea with several others, the group was picked up by a French vessel that was then commandeered by one of its passengers, a pro-fascist (Greenstreet). With the help of the prisoners, the ship's patriotic captain defeated the mutiny, enabling Mantrac to enlist in the R.A. F. and battle against Nazism. (Sounds confusing, but it's really not.) Okay, so by modern standards, PASSAGE is over-produced, over-directed, over-acted and over-scored (by Max Steiner); but overall, it's a pretty good film and darned fun to watch with popcorn. Incidentally, Bogart makes absolutely no attempt to speak with a French accent. But who cares – it's Bogart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1976342444343918055?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1976342444343918055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1976342444343918055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/09/passage-to-marseille-1944.html' title='PASSAGE TO MARSEILLE (1944)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SrGfK5EnHGI/AAAAAAAADKQ/yb4pBh-GKig/s72-c/51ZgtyxVw%2BL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-4489689645011397150</id><published>2009-08-20T07:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:16:32.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST TANGO IN PARIS (1973)Bertolucci. Brando. Butter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/So6Q6sGgHhI/AAAAAAAADKI/7gA22TinMxw/s1600-h/51P7GB26TKL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372390743444823570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/So6Q6sGgHhI/AAAAAAAADKI/7gA22TinMxw/s200/51P7GB26TKL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the many years since I first saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST TANGO IN PARIS&lt;/span&gt;, Bernardo Bertolucci’s controversial film about a middle-aged American (Marlon Brando) who, mourning his wife’s death, takes up a wild sexual relationship with a free-spirited Parisian girl (Maria Schneider) in an empty flat, I remembered only random scenes: Brando weeping on a Paris street corner, Brando cursing his wife's corpse, and of course, Brando using butter in a way Julia Childs never imagined. In the U.S., TANGO was X-rated and branded pornographic, and to see it was to brave picket lines and police wrath, which I did. I didn’t get much of the story at the time, but I loved Brando speaking French, the music (Gato Barbieri), and the painfully realistic acting and dialogue, much of it either improvised or, to accommodate Brando’s inability (or unwillingness) to memorize lines, scribbled on bits of paper stuck outside camera range. Watching and understanding more now, I am in awe of the power of the Bertolucci’s masterpiece. Brando, perhaps the most inventive of all American actors and one my idols, makes even the tiniest bit of business (like unraveling a paper lampshade) fascinating to watch, and Schneider, then a newcomer, more than holds her own (especially in the nude!). Do the TANGO if you haven’t seen it; see it again if it’s been a long time since you did. The music, photography, and Brando dancing dead-drunk will blow you away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-4489689645011397150?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4489689645011397150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4489689645011397150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-tango-in-paris-1973.html' title='LAST TANGO IN PARIS (1973)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bertolucci. Brando. Butter.&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/So6Q6sGgHhI/AAAAAAAADKI/7gA22TinMxw/s72-c/51P7GB26TKL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7096612644502408111</id><published>2009-07-11T13:47:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:17:07.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MICHAEL CLAYTON (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SuijfDjVoDI/AAAAAAAADSA/OzllFaaeIwY/s1600-h/CLAYTON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397743907328335922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SuijfDjVoDI/AAAAAAAADSA/OzllFaaeIwY/s200/CLAYTON.jpg" style="float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 110px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A finely acted and highly suspenseful man-vs.-system drama produced by Anthony Minghella and Sydney Pollack, both of whom passed away shortly after the movie was released. George Clooney stars in the title role as Mr. Fix-It for a major law firm – disheveled in in appearance and spirit. A lawyer and former D.A., Clayton plies his contacts with the police and in the criminal justice system to bail the firm's wealthy corporate clients out of legal messes. When one of the firm's senior partners and Clayton’s close friend Arthur (Tom Wilkinson) appears to have suffered a nervous breakdown while preparing a lawsuit for his firm's most lucrative client, Clayton is ordered by his boss (Pollack) to rein him in. Though juggling the increasing pressures of personal and job problems, Clayton investigates, and he learns that just as he has been saying, Arthur has uncovered evidence of corruption against the client. This gets him killed and Clayton fingered to be next. Clayton's boss, worried that his firm’s pending international merger will fall through, gives him a huge “bonus” to look the other way, money Clayton desperately needs to pay off a mob loan. So what does Clayton take the money and run, or what? You’ll have to stick it out till the final scene to see. (Be sure to watch the credits at the end.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7096612644502408111?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7096612644502408111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7096612644502408111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-clayton-2008.html' title='MICHAEL CLAYTON (2007)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SuijfDjVoDI/AAAAAAAADSA/OzllFaaeIwY/s72-c/CLAYTON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7186343871960214431</id><published>2009-07-06T17:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:17:29.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ACCIDENTS (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SlJ1C9SJ7XI/AAAAAAAADIw/1OMc2T1PpgA/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355471600567840114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SlJ1C9SJ7XI/AAAAAAAADIw/1OMc2T1PpgA/s200/happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruby and Sam meet cute and fall in love hard. All goes well until he (Vincent D'Onofrio) confides to her (Marisa Tomei) that he’s from the distant future. GREAT, just what Ruby needs – &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; loser. As a matter of fact, she’s currently seeing a therapist (Holland Taylor) for help with this very issue. Yet weird as Sam is, he seems to be the best thing that's ever happened to her ... and she to him. Ah, but what about this time traveler thing? &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ACCIDENTS&lt;/strong&gt; manages to keep Ruby and us guessing until the end. Hint: keep your eye on the therapist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7186343871960214431?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7186343871960214431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7186343871960214431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-accidents-2000.html' title='HAPPY ACCIDENTS (2000)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SlJ1C9SJ7XI/AAAAAAAADIw/1OMc2T1PpgA/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8055618407460672164</id><published>2009-06-25T07:36:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:29:41.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FROST/NIXON (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SkNwHbx4HtI/AAAAAAAADHQ/YDGGw9-pCqI/s1600-h/200px-Frost_nixon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351244055264632530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SkNwHbx4HtI/AAAAAAAADHQ/YDGGw9-pCqI/s200/200px-Frost_nixon.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 137px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;FROST/NIXON&lt;/b&gt;, based on the play by Peter Morgan and directed on film by Ron "Opie" Howard, dramatizes the historic David Frost-Richard Nixon TV interviews of 1977. At heart, it’s a David-Goliath tale with Frost as the modern-day David. A popular TV personality abroad who craved success in America, Frost got the big idea to conduct a paid interview with the disgraced president. Nixon agreed to do it, thinking the exposure would boost both his image and bank account. The interviews are dramatized as boxing rounds, with Nixon scoring point after point with his self-serving answers and diatribe-like jabs. But in the final interview, David manages to sling a fatal rock in the form of a query about the Watergate cover-up. Flummoxed, Nixon breaks down and does a pseudo-mea culpa, admitting to letting down the American people and "probably" having broken the law. The hour or so leading up to that dramatic moment is both intense and entertaining. Michael Sheen is dynamic as the fiercely driven Frost who rose above his “just an entertainer” status to ferret out a confession and apology that no accredited journalist had been able to extract. As Nixon, Frank Langella, who had done the role on stage, shows us the disgraced President's multiple sides brilliantly. And all the supporting actors are equally fine, including Kevin Bacon as Nixon's loyal aide, Sam Rockwell as one of Frost's researchers (and conscience), and in a riveting cameo, Patty McCormick as ghostly Pat Nixon. (Movie trivia: Aging movie lovers may remember Ms. McCormick as the evil 10-year old Rhonda Penmark in the 1956 shocker, THE BAD SEED.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8055618407460672164?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8055618407460672164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8055618407460672164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/06/frostnixon-2008.html' title='FROST/NIXON (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SkNwHbx4HtI/AAAAAAAADHQ/YDGGw9-pCqI/s72-c/200px-Frost_nixon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1281786683600623860</id><published>2009-06-15T15:12:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:53:24.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUBT (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SjeGp_e4SII/AAAAAAAADFo/61kJ3o4VCJ0/s1600-h/doubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347891138499463298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SjeGp_e4SII/AAAAAAAADFo/61kJ3o4VCJ0/s200/doubt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Set in a Bronx Catholic elementary school in 1964, &lt;strong&gt;DOUBT&lt;/strong&gt; centers on a fierce war of wills between an iron-gloved nun (Meryl Streep) and a popular priest she accuses of sexually abusing a black student. He vehemently denies the charge and has a logical answer for every piece of the nun's circumstantial evidence, but nothing sways her; she's absolutely convinced the priest is guilty. Much of the film’s emotional dialogue tackles themes of religion, morality, and authority, but the basic question comes down to, did he or did he not molest the boy? Clues to both points of view abound, which of course is why the movie is titled DOUBT, but without talking with the author, there’s no way to know for sure. Here's what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; think: any movie that provokes so much debate about such an important topic is a movie worth seeing. And this one happens also to offer performances and dialogue as good as they get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1281786683600623860?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1281786683600623860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1281786683600623860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/06/doubt-2008.html' title='DOUBT (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SjeGp_e4SII/AAAAAAAADFo/61kJ3o4VCJ0/s72-c/doubt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8501108356401859237</id><published>2009-05-31T09:08:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:18:37.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W. (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SiKQoGLEqRI/AAAAAAAADEA/4i6LcYo3QzY/s1600-h/51RDMXpzIdL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341991126541052178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SiKQoGLEqRI/AAAAAAAADEA/4i6LcYo3QzY/s200/51RDMXpzIdL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie trailer led me to expect a pot-shotting parody, but in fact, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a serious, sad, scary and damned entertaining (if necessarily simplified) look at George W. Bush the son, the man and the president, and obviously the product of exhaustive research. Josh Brolin is Oscar-worthy as the Dubya we may at least think we know, acting the role rather than merely impersonating his way through it. The same is true for the other actors, including Richard Dreyfuss as Cheney, James Cromwell as Bush Sr., Ellen Burstyn as Barbara Bush, Toby Jones as Rove, and Scott Glenn as Rumsfield. Only Thandie Newton as Condie comes off as a caricature. Her facial and body "business" is silly and distracting. I watched the film twice in a row, the second time with Director Oliver Stone's engaging and literate commentary turned on. He concludes it by saying, "To me, W. feels like Bush. It may not be Bush, but it &lt;em&gt;feels&lt;/em&gt; like him." I totally agree. Whatever your take on Bush, don’t miss this brilliantly written, directed, acted, photographed and edited film. Then re-watch it with Stone’s commentary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8501108356401859237?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8501108356401859237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8501108356401859237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/05/w-2008.html' title='W. (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SiKQoGLEqRI/AAAAAAAADEA/4i6LcYo3QzY/s72-c/51RDMXpzIdL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5866533128157812867</id><published>2009-05-27T16:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:58:40.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Memories</title><content type='html'>Reading that Dolores Hope had reached her 100th birthday made me think about her husband Bob, who passed away in 2003 at the same age. And &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; made me long for his good-natured humor and those of his ilk like Red Skelton, George Burns and so many others now long gone and now replaced mostly by smut and snark peddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWpU8sX10_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWpU8sX10_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5866533128157812867?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5866533128157812867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5866533128157812867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-theres-bob-theres-hope.html' title='Thanks for the Memories'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2339412500540498625</id><published>2009-05-15T07:13:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:57:59.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STAR TREK (2009) Star dreck</title><content type='html'>Kids, graying Trekkers and movie critics are going gaga over the reboot of &lt;strong&gt;STAR TREK.&lt;/strong&gt; But I, who consider myself all three, hereby declare that four decades after it first blasted off into the final frontier, Gene Roddenberry's "Wagon Train to the stars" has finally gone where no one should care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2339412500540498625?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2339412500540498625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2339412500540498625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek-2009-star-dreck.html' title='STAR TREK (2009) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Star dreck&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5412402747576410454</id><published>2009-05-07T15:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:58:13.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JACK CARDIFF (1915 - 2009) Color master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SgND9NdgGJI/AAAAAAAADBk/hLlZFlKG2WI/s1600-h/cardiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333181102601279634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SgND9NdgGJI/AAAAAAAADBk/hLlZFlKG2WI/s320/cardiff.jpg" style="float: left; height: 116px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 97px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A true legend in his own time,&amp;nbsp;Director of Photography &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack Cardiff&lt;/span&gt; has passed away at 95.&amp;nbsp;He directed&amp;nbsp;several pictures (SONS AND LOVERS, YOUNG CASSIDY, DARK OF THE SUN) but will be best remembered as&amp;nbsp;a DP&amp;nbsp;of such classics as THE LIFE AND DEATH OF COLONEL BLIMP, A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH, BLACK NARCISSUS, THE RED SHOES, UNDER CAPRICORN, THE AFRICAN QUEEN, THE BAREFOOT CONTESSA, and WAR AND PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;In collaboration with directors Alfred Hitchcock, John Huston, King Vidor and, perhaps most importantly, Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger (The Archers), Cardiff made color into a genuinely and dynamically expressive element in filmmaking. The flames shooting from the burning engine of David Niven's plane, Ava Gardner in a yellow dress against a midnight-blue sky, the red shoes themselves - they vibrate with color, and once seen, they're never forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5412402747576410454?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5412402747576410454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5412402747576410454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/05/jack-cardiff-1915-2009.html' title='JACK CARDIFF (1915 - 2009) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Color master&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SgND9NdgGJI/AAAAAAAADBk/hLlZFlKG2WI/s72-c/cardiff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7659789833085186483</id><published>2009-03-14T06:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:29:59.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING AND ENTERING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SbuW2rkU0GI/AAAAAAAADBE/lBpj0e5HuGQ/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 40px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 37px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313006051565817954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SbuW2rkU0GI/AAAAAAAADBE/lBpj0e5HuGQ/s200/quote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; (returning home late): “Hi. I'm sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Liv&lt;/span&gt;: “You smell of perfume.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will&lt;/strong&gt;: “Well, I don't know how I do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Liv: &lt;/span&gt;“Nor do I.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; “Is that an answer?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Will: &lt;/span&gt;“It's the truth. I feel as if I'm tapping on a window. You're somewhere behind the glass but you can't hear me. Even when you're angry, like now, it's like someone a long long way away is angry with me.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7659789833085186483?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7659789833085186483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7659789833085186483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-and-entering.html' title='BREAKING AND ENTERING'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SbuW2rkU0GI/AAAAAAAADBE/lBpj0e5HuGQ/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1884317213547189237</id><published>2009-03-13T11:07:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:54:55.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING AND ENTERING (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SbqFTkX39kI/AAAAAAAADA0/gKploDjsXks/s1600-h/1156017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312705281664742978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SbqFTkX39kI/AAAAAAAADA0/gKploDjsXks/s200/1156017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jude Law is an inventive and appealing young British actor skilled in drama, romance and light comedy. In &lt;strong&gt;BREAKING AND ENTERING&lt;/strong&gt;, a bit of all three, he plays an architect named Will who professionally is a success, but on the home front, rapidly losing touch with his longtime partner (Robin Wright Penn) and her autistic daughter. Will and his partner's state-of-the-art architectural studio is burgled by a local gang. Staking out the property after the second break-in, he foils a third attempt and chases a teenage thief back to a tiny flat, which serves as a home and tailoring business. Returning the next day on the pretext of needing a jacket sewn, Will meets the boy's seamstress mother (Juliette Binoche), a lonely Bosnian refugee, who is clueless about her son’s nefarious activities. Initially intending to expose the boy, Will instead initiates an affair, which leads to self discovery and hard choices for the conflicted but basically decent man. With a smart script and interesting performances by Law, Penn, Binoche and several quirky, quickly fleeing characters, B&amp;amp;E is fresh and fun and for sure worth your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1884317213547189237?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1884317213547189237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1884317213547189237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-and-entering-2006.html' title='BREAKING AND ENTERING (2006)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SbqFTkX39kI/AAAAAAAADA0/gKploDjsXks/s72-c/1156017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3461069527629839915</id><published>2009-02-16T12:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:44:14.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEAKERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SZmz7w_o3UI/AAAAAAAADAY/kyhrjXuQZRY/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303467875550944578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 40px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 37px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SZmz7w_o3UI/AAAAAAAADAY/kyhrjXuQZRY/s200/quote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cosmo&lt;/strong&gt; (Ben Kingsley): The world isn't run by weapons anymore, or energy, or money. It's run by little ones and zeroes, little bits of data. It's all just electrons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3461069527629839915?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3461069527629839915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3461069527629839915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/02/sneakers.html' title='SNEAKERS'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SZmz7w_o3UI/AAAAAAAADAY/kyhrjXuQZRY/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-801589392450280421</id><published>2009-02-14T10:59:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:52:48.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEAKERS (1992)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SZb6IvVQOTI/AAAAAAAADAQ/0z3YJQWYI8E/s1600-h/513AG65ENEL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302700639326845234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SZb6IvVQOTI/AAAAAAAADAQ/0z3YJQWYI8E/s200/513AG65ENEL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When a highly skilled if unorthodox team of corporate security experts termed "sneakers" is hired by two government agents (&lt;em&gt;whose&lt;/em&gt; government, we're not immediately sure) to retrieve a universal code-breaker – &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; code-breaker, as one of them calls it – there ensues a lighthearted thriller about computers, cryptography, espionage, secrets, deception and betrayal. Robert Redford is the grungy group's guru, a middle-aged techno-anarchist on the lam from the Feds since college because of a computer prank. His merry band includes a goofy electronics specialist and conspiracy nut (Dan Aykroyd), a cheerful blind hacker (David Strathairn), a stern ex-CIA operative (Sidney Poitier), and a young and randy break-and-enter expert (River Phoenix). Their nemesis: an unbalanced computer genius (Ben Kingsley), the old college chum of Redford's who got caught for the prank and is now out to dominate all the world's 1's and 0's &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; to get even for being the one who went to jail. The gizmo everybody wants, which can decode any encrypted message, isn't a plausible invention, but it's for sure the perfect "McGuffin" (Alfred Hitchcock's word for any thingamajig upon which a plot hangs). SNEAKERS is lots of fun – I sneak a re-look about twice a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-801589392450280421?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/801589392450280421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/801589392450280421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/02/sneakers-1992-too-many-secrets.html' title='SNEAKERS (1992)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SZb6IvVQOTI/AAAAAAAADAQ/0z3YJQWYI8E/s72-c/513AG65ENEL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1375231737406635061</id><published>2009-01-25T08:38:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:33:30.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TENANTS (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SXx5j5RK3rI/AAAAAAAAC_4/rsJaowFaUMw/s1600-h/512TE07GVWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; float: left; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295240919456079538" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SXx5j5RK3rI/AAAAAAAAC_4/rsJaowFaUMw/s200/512TE07GVWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TENANTS&lt;/span&gt;, based on a Bernard Malamud novel, examines the animus between Jews and African Americans in the incendiary atmosphere of 70s’ Brooklyn. Harry Lesser (Dylan McDermott) is a Jewish novelist laboring to finish a novel 10 years into the writing. Convinced that he must complete it in the same environment where it was started, Harry is the sole tenant in a condemned Brooklyn tenement. Enter another writer – a Black militant anti-Semite named Willie Spearmint (Snoop Dogg). The two form a tenuous relationship based on Harry’s offer to help the nascent writer, but his well intentioned critiques of the Willie's stories about death to all white people create escalating conflict. And then when Harry starts an affair with Willie's white Jewish girlfriend (Rose Byrne, currently co-starring with Glenn Close in a terrific TV series, “Damages”), all hell breaks loose. The explosive, inevitable end to all this reveals the slippery nature of the human condition, and the human capacity for violence and undoing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1375231737406635061?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1375231737406635061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1375231737406635061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/01/tenants-2005.html' title='THE TENANTS (2005)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SXx5j5RK3rI/AAAAAAAAC_4/rsJaowFaUMw/s72-c/512TE07GVWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-13665619751013848</id><published>2009-01-06T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:04:20.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JEKYLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SWOA7oVNUDI/AAAAAAAAC3w/6uDmUxflUmo/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 37px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SWOA7oVNUDI/AAAAAAAAC3w/6uDmUxflUmo/s200/quote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288212149390102578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Jackman&lt;/span&gt; (talking to the Hyde in his head):   “Just once —seriously, just bloody once — could you tell me where you parked?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-13665619751013848?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/13665619751013848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/13665619751013848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/01/jekyll.html' title='JEKYLL'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SWOA7oVNUDI/AAAAAAAAC3w/6uDmUxflUmo/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5786237548401501829</id><published>2009-01-06T09:56:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:21:49.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JEKYLL (2007) Classic tale deliciously modernized</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SWOAHDqugXI/AAAAAAAAC3o/vAFtCYBfvQc/s1600-h/james_nesbitt_jackman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 83px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288211246195048818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SWOAHDqugXI/AAAAAAAAC3o/vAFtCYBfvQc/s200/james_nesbitt_jackman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;British TV's "&lt;strong&gt;JEKYLL&lt;/strong&gt;" is an inventive and exquisitely entertaining updating of Stevenson's classic, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” available on two DVDs at Netflix. In modern-day London, Dr. Jackman and Mr. Hyde (James Nesbitt, playing both brilliantly) coexist in an uneasy relationship predicated on an agreement that if Hyde kills anyone, Jackman will turn himself in – and if Jackman tries to find a cure, Hyde will put a bullet in his brain. The two "change" potionlessly at more or less designated times and communicate through a pocket recorder. Sane, somber, slightly boring Jackman is married with children, and spends much of his time away from the family he adores, trying to keep them safe from the fiendish yet funny, furiously flamboyant Hyde. Jackman constantly wakes up to find blood on himself (rarely his own), yet his alter ego never seems quite to murder anybody, just occasionally snatch body parts. To complicate matters, there's a shadowy agency intent on capturing Hyde for its own reasaons. Prepare yourself for shocking visual jolts, plot twists, flashbacks and forwards, and lots of wickedly humorous repartee in this darkly funny, sometimes violent and always surprising 6-episode series. The final episode provides several big surprises and ties up some loose ends – but also leaves behind a few threads that might portend future episodes. (Trivia note: Jackman’s wife is played by the lovely and talented Gina Bellman, who is currently co-starring in an excellent TNT series called “Leverage.”)&lt;em&gt;Trailer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/po33ggf23qU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/po33ggf23qU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5786237548401501829?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5786237548401501829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5786237548401501829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/01/jekyll-2007.html' title='JEKYLL (2007) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Classic tale deliciously modernized&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SWOAHDqugXI/AAAAAAAAC3o/vAFtCYBfvQc/s72-c/james_nesbitt_jackman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8366306484876727250</id><published>2009-01-06T08:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:57:54.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IN HER SHOES (2005)</title><content type='html'>Maggie and Rose are sisters and best friends, yet polar opposites in their values, goals and personal styles. Sexy Maggie (Cameron Diaz) is a party girl who barely made it through high school, can’t hold a job, and attracts men like flies. Dowdy Rose (Toni Collette) is Princeton-educated attorney at a top law firm in Philadelphia who suffers from rock-bottom self-esteem, has no social life, and consoles herself by buying shoes that she never wears. After a calamitous falling out, the sisters travel a bumpy road toward true appreciation for one another – aided by the tough love of their recently discovered maternal grandmother Ella (Shirley MacLaine) whom they thought was long dead. Through that re-connection, Maggie and Rose learn how to make peace with themselves and with each other. A pleasant little chick flick even a man can enjoy. Diaz, Collette and McClain are marvels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8366306484876727250?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8366306484876727250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8366306484876727250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-her-shoes-2005.html' title='IN HER SHOES (2005)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1257937109213774756</id><published>2008-12-27T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:57:37.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1951) The magnificent mellowing of a miserly misanthrope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SVAEuD0V68I/AAAAAAAAC3g/wTqMa3GjvH8/s1600-h/518TKDMGSXL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282727552250932162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SVAEuD0V68I/AAAAAAAAC3g/wTqMa3GjvH8/s200/518TKDMGSXL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charles Dickens' classic Victorian morality tale about the redemption of bitter old Ebenezer Scrooge has been filmed for movies and TV many times, many ways – drama, musical, comedy, parody,&amp;nbsp;animation&amp;nbsp;– including a saccharine-laced 1938 version by MGM. But the adaptation that best captures the dark spirit of the novella is the 1951 British one – for us baby boomers, none other quite measures up. And of all the actors who have portrayed the miser-turned-mensch – including Reginald Owen, Albert Finney, George C. Scott, Patrick Stewart, Bill Murray, Donald Duck and even, G*d help us, Vanessa Williams and Susan Lucci – none equals&amp;nbsp;Edinburgh-born character actor&amp;nbsp;Alastair Sim for making him a three-dimensional personality and whose face, for me at least, &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Scrooge's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;A CHRISTMAS CAROL&lt;/b&gt; is the best yuletide story of all time – Christmas Past, Present and Future included. It's 166 years old, but the&amp;nbsp;universal lessons on love, forgiveness and social consciousness it reminds us of each Christmas are timeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1257937109213774756?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1257937109213774756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1257937109213774756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-carol-1951.html' title='A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1951) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The magnificent mellowing of a miserly misanthrope&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SVAEuD0V68I/AAAAAAAAC3g/wTqMa3GjvH8/s72-c/518TKDMGSXL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-882293067921224725</id><published>2008-12-26T15:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:32:34.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST HIT MAN (2008)</title><content type='html'>After veteran assassin Harry Tremayne (Joe Mantegna) bungles a hit, life deals him another blow when he learns that he has inoperable brain cancer. Though he manages to temporarily conceal his illness from his getaway driver – who happens to be his daughter – they (and we) are in for some surprises when a young contract killer is sent in to mop up Harry’s mess. Not your ordinary hit man movie, &lt;strong&gt;THE LAST HIT MAN&lt;/strong&gt; is a low-key drama about the interactions of people, with a great script, top-caliber acting and entertaining touches of black comedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-882293067921224725?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/882293067921224725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/882293067921224725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-hit-man-2008.html' title='THE LAST HIT MAN (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6336081350946903193</id><published>2008-12-25T06:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:57:54.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Remember - no man is a failure who has friends."- Clarence the Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mc8N8zq77oc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mc8N8zq77oc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6336081350946903193?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6336081350946903193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6336081350946903193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-from-george-bailey.html' title='&quot;Remember - no man is a failure who has friends.&quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Clarence the Angel&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2715336422794462403</id><published>2008-12-22T06:48:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:31:32.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CITY BY THE SEA (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SU-MwnW9xOI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/KviGUotoJCQ/s1600-h/200px-City_by_the_sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282595654755796194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SU-MwnW9xOI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/KviGUotoJCQ/s200/200px-City_by_the_sea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert De Niro plays a veteran NYC cop who, having overcome the stigma of being the son of an executed killer, has forged a long and distinguished career on the force. Intensely committed to his work, he now finds himself investigating his own homeless and drug-addicted son (James Franco) for the killing of his partner. The father has long been estranged from the boy since walking out on his family years earlier, and now he must choose whether to be a cop or a father. De Niro, older, heavier and slower in late middle age, still commands the screen. But the star of the show is Franco, whose lined and tortured face makes us feel every ounce of his pain and dispair as he races from one crisis to another, digging himself into an ever-deeper hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2715336422794462403?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2715336422794462403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2715336422794462403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/city-by-sea-2002.html' title='CITY BY THE SEA (2002)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SU-MwnW9xOI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/KviGUotoJCQ/s72-c/200px-City_by_the_sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1227372527813175819</id><published>2008-11-18T01:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:00:13.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SENSATION OF SIGHT (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SSJp6Dj4QRI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IfUIHH95YuQ/s1600-h/sight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SSJp6Dj4QRI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IfUIHH95YuQ/s200/sight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269890960086024466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SENSATION OF SIGHT&lt;/span&gt; is an offbeat drama about the search for meaning in a world of why’s. Finn (David Straithairn), an introspective English teacher, is suffering through a crisis of guilt triggered by the suicide of one of his students. Having voluntarily exiled himself from family and career to "work things out," he's currently living on the streets. Day after day, he drags a wagon through his small town selling encyclopedias to the town locals, each of whom is suffering his or her own crisis, each connected to another character in a way not immediately apparent to us. The film is a mesmerizing, funny, moving, frightening and exhilarating. But be forewarned, you must be willing to take the time to let it draw you in – it’s a jigsaw puzzle, and it takes awhile to see the whole picture. Straithairn, one of our finest and most versatile American actors, gives a remarkable performance. Every conceivable emotion, thought, confusion, amusement, and pain registers in his worn face. His story is the focus of the film, but around him is a marvelous, amusing, touching gallery of characters and performances – male and female, old, young, children, even a sad, mute ghost who, like the living characters he follows around, carry a burden that only Finn’s direct or peripheral assistance can help lighten as he struggles to heal his own withered soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1227372527813175819?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1227372527813175819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1227372527813175819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/sensation-of-sight-2006.html' title='THE SENSATION OF SIGHT (2006)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SSJp6Dj4QRI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IfUIHH95YuQ/s72-c/sight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8714836593714841559</id><published>2008-11-05T20:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:06:48.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SRJUc1FoXQI/AAAAAAAACUI/iHX9O94WNR0/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 40px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 37px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265363768613297410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SRJUc1FoXQI/AAAAAAAACUI/iHX9O94WNR0/s200/quote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Randy housewife &lt;/span&gt;(Janice Rule): "Hiya Sheriff. Wanna join our party? All you need is a pistol (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;looking him up down&lt;/span&gt;), and you surely got one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sheriff&lt;/span&gt; (Brando): "With so many pistols around here already, it don't look like you'd have room for mine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8714836593714841559?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8714836593714841559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8714836593714841559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/chase.html' title='THE CHASE'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SRJUc1FoXQI/AAAAAAAACUI/iHX9O94WNR0/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-4701204763455631553</id><published>2008-11-02T18:39:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:08:52.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHASE (1966) Worth catching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SQ5IgiZhSoI/AAAAAAAACTo/70T3nVb6ZSs/s1600-h/Chase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264224738269547138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SQ5IgiZhSoI/AAAAAAAACTo/70T3nVb6ZSs/s200/Chase.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CHASE&lt;/strong&gt; invites into a small Texas town filled with prejudice, violence, and frustrated love. The A-list cast includes Marlon Brando, E.G. Marshall, Robert Duvall, James Fox, Jane Fonda, Janice Rule, and Robert Redford. Local bad-but-not-really-bad-boy Bubber Reeves (Redford) escapes from prison, and the news he’s headed home throws the townsfolk into mob mode. The straight-arrow sheriff (Brando) sets out to round up Bubber before things get out of hand. Meanwhile, an oversexed housewife (Rule) cheats in public on her cowardly husband (Duvall); Bubber’s overwrought mother runs around town in hysterics; an over-protective father (Marshall) schemes to bust up the affair between his son (Fox) and Bubber's wife (Fonda); middle-aged men lust after teen girls and racists run rampant; and the sheriff has a fight off not only the town baddies, but Janice Rule as well - and director Arthur Penn skillfully weaves these and other subplots together, setting up a finale both tragic and inevitable. A social critique of the late 1960s, THE CHASE touches on gun control, abuse of power, sexual promiscuity, jealousy, greed, justice, and mob mentality. Plus, there’s the bloody "crucifixion-by-beating" scene that had been S.O.P. in Brando films ever since ON THE WATERFRONT. This is considered one of Marlon's last great performances (the others being, LAST TANGO IN PARIS and THE GODFATHER) and makes THE CHASE worth catching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-4701204763455631553?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4701204763455631553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4701204763455631553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/11/chase-1966.html' title='THE CHASE (1966) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Worth catching&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SQ5IgiZhSoI/AAAAAAAACTo/70T3nVb6ZSs/s72-c/Chase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5518151444211927898</id><published>2008-10-28T21:41:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:02:45.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ASSIGNMENT (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SQfOlAJX9LI/AAAAAAAACTg/C8VShkX-cRM/s1600-h/51JNZCXSGTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262401824695514290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SQfOlAJX9LI/AAAAAAAACTg/C8VShkX-cRM/s200/51JNZCXSGTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A ruthless CIA agent (Donald Sutherland) and hard-as-nails Israeli counter-terrorist (Ben Kingsley), allied only in their common obsession with catching an international terrorist (Aidan Quinn), train and deploy a lookalike American Navy man (also Quinn) to trick the vicious mercenary's employers to believe that their man is also working for the CIA. This violent psychological thriller moves at break-neck speed – and the keen characterizations by these three compelling actors, especially Quinn who is so different in each role you think he’s two different actors, make &lt;strong&gt;THE ASSIGNMENT&lt;/strong&gt; assigned viewing. Based on a true story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5518151444211927898?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5518151444211927898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5518151444211927898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/10/assignment-1997.html' title='THE ASSIGNMENT (1997)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SQfOlAJX9LI/AAAAAAAACTg/C8VShkX-cRM/s72-c/51JNZCXSGTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-4062319322440526157</id><published>2008-10-18T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:21:42.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INNOCENCE (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SOg4CeagsXI/AAAAAAAACTI/805rhuccIQk/s1600-h/innocence-julia-blake-dvd-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253510580502835570" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SOg4CeagsXI/AAAAAAAACTI/805rhuccIQk/s200/innocence-julia-blake-dvd-cover-art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After more than 40 years and one marriage each to others, two childhood lovers reunite in their 70s, their passion picking up right where it left off. Filled with flashbacks-and-forths that allow us to observe the affair in both the past and present, this quiet, slow-paced film is a calm and bittersweet reflection on love and mortality – a poignant pronoucement that youth and love are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; wasted on the young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-4062319322440526157?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4062319322440526157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/4062319322440526157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/10/innocence-2000.html' title='INNOCENCE (2000)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SOg4CeagsXI/AAAAAAAACTI/805rhuccIQk/s72-c/innocence-julia-blake-dvd-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6272329909437387401</id><published>2008-10-12T09:31:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:51:22.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GAMBLER (1974) and THIEF (1981) Caan men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SRAPYdkxuWI/AAAAAAAACT4/G8lWQYDfx4E/s1600-h/thief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264724877326268770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SRAPYdkxuWI/AAAAAAAACT4/G8lWQYDfx4E/s200/thief.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SRAPX0PmDNI/AAAAAAAACTw/jW_2QhrmMlE/s1600-h/gambler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264724866231569618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SRAPX0PmDNI/AAAAAAAACTw/jW_2QhrmMlE/s200/gambler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In real life, James Caan is an itsy bitsy guy, but in reel life, he often plays the roughest of tough guys. Everybody remembers him as the hot-tempered Sonny in THE GODFATHER (1972), but in two smaller films he wears equally tough skins. In &lt;strong&gt;THE GAMBLER,&lt;/strong&gt; he’s a college prof who bets on the side. Actually, teaching is what he does on the side – gambling is his life and his addiction. He lays huge bets on &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;, no matter how long the shot, and he just keeps getting in deeper and deeper until no one can save him – not his mother, girlfriend, bookie or wealthy uncle. &lt;p&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;THIEF&lt;/strong&gt;, Caan's character is also addicted – to mining diamonds from safes (on the side, he owns a used car lot and bar). Life is good – until he gets himself wedged between the Mob and the Law and is forced to take drastic action that includes bullets, bombs, and in the end, the will to walk away from his cushy life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch these two films back to back for an evening of highly Caan-centrated entertainment. (Trivia note: Is the never-explained scar on Can’s cheek in THIEF perhaps homage to the face-slashing he got in THE GAMBLER?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6272329909437387401?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6272329909437387401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6272329909437387401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/10/gambler-1974-and-thief-1981.html' title='THE GAMBLER (1974) and THIEF (1981) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caan men&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SRAPYdkxuWI/AAAAAAAACT4/G8lWQYDfx4E/s72-c/thief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6571239732195489984</id><published>2008-10-04T06:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:55:50.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE OWN THE NIGHT (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SOdRkj1nTdI/AAAAAAAACS4/C_5bJ3775NU/s1600-h/200px-We_Own_The_Night_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SOdRkj1nTdI/AAAAAAAACS4/C_5bJ3775NU/s200/200px-We_Own_The_Night_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253257178888228306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE OWN THE NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;, Joaquin Phoenix plays a nightclub manager who walks a thin line between the blood family he disavows (a long line of committed police officers) and his chosen family of friends and business partners (international drug dealers). Aware if his son's connections, his father (Robert Duvall) and brother (Mark Wahlberg) ask his help in their investigation, but the wayward son resists – until the conflict takes a tragic turn and forces him to make a choice. The familiarity of the cops and crooks tale dilutes its impact – and it's hard to suspend the disbelief that Wahlberg, Duvall and Phoenix are blood relations – yet the suspenseful plot takes surprising turns, and the gritty performances and moody visual style are powerful. Phoenix is superb in his role, sifting through layers of guilt and familial resentment, and Wahlberg and Duvall, though playing parts they've played before, are interesting and believable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6571239732195489984?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6571239732195489984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6571239732195489984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-own-night-2007.html' title='WE OWN THE NIGHT (2007)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SOdRkj1nTdI/AAAAAAAACS4/C_5bJ3775NU/s72-c/200px-We_Own_The_Night_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1673012969919231569</id><published>2008-09-27T10:52:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:30:41.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PAUL NEWMAN (1925 - 2008) R.I.P. Hud, Butch and Basil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SN5XGK9fZYI/AAAAAAAACR4/fG3o63e60XU/s1600-h/C56231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250729979093673346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SN5XGK9fZYI/AAAAAAAACR4/fG3o63e60XU/s200/C56231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You needn’t be a cinephile to easily picture &lt;strong&gt;Paul Newman&lt;/strong&gt; as Hud, Cool Hand Luke, Butch Cassidy, and Basil. Wait! Who the heck is &lt;em&gt;Basil &lt;/em&gt;??? Basil was the fictional Greek slave and silversmith in the story about the making of the silver cup that held the Holy Grail. And the role of Basil was Paul Newman’s Holy Grail: his first studio role.&lt;br /&gt;THE SILVER CHALICE (1954) was a toga epic – pretty much an epic stinker – which Newman oncetook out an ad in &lt;em&gt;Variety&lt;/em&gt; to apologize for – yet the classically handsome, blue-eyed actor went on to play major roles in 50 films. He played cowboys and Indians (BUTCH CASSIDY, THE LEFT-HANDED GUN, HOMBRE); cops, detectives and convicts (FORT APACHE THE BRONX, HARPER, THE DROWNING POOL, COOL HAND LUKE); lawyers and hustlers (THE VERDICT, FROM THE TERRACE, THE HUSTLER, THE STING); heroes and anti-heroes (EXODUS, HUD); and in dramas and comedies (THE LONG HOT SUMMER, CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF, A NEW KIND OF LOVE, NOBODY'S FOOL). He even played a jazz musician (PARIS BLUES) and a few real-life guys (SOMEBODY UP THERE LIKES ME, FAT MAN AND LITTLE BOY). Along the way Newman became one of the world's most popular and enduring film stars. Admired by his peers and fans alike, he was nominated for Oscars 10 times, winning one regular award and two honoraries. Over the years, he also found time to do a “little” work on the side as a political activist, race car driver, food peddler, major philanthropist, and, for 50 years, husband to actress Joanne Woodward, who co-starred with him in several films.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1673012969919231569?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1673012969919231569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1673012969919231569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/09/paul-newman-1925-2008.html' title='PAUL NEWMAN (1925 - 2008) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;R.I.P. Hud, Butch and Basil&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SN5XGK9fZYI/AAAAAAAACR4/fG3o63e60XU/s72-c/C56231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2115473692918823299</id><published>2008-09-19T16:39:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:05:47.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD HOUSE (1948)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SNQdRYitj2I/AAAAAAAACRw/kafo1Ox4YbU/s1600-h/roadhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247851650276495202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SNQdRYitj2I/AAAAAAAACRw/kafo1Ox4YbU/s200/roadhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jefty Robbins (Richard Widmark), owner of a popular road house, hires a sulky chanteuse named Lily (Ida Lupino), clearly to entertain him as well as his customers. Jefty's manager and best friend Pete (Cornel Wilde) is  reluctant to add yet another of “Jefty's girls” to the payroll, but is told in no uncertain terms, "this one is different." This creates instant mutual hostility between him and Lily. But when she actually does make a big hit with the customers, repulsion turns to mutual attraction, and the two fall in love. Jefty is enraged and devises a maniacal plan of revenge. First he frames Pete and gets him convicted of grand theft. Then he convinces the judge to parole Pete into his custody. Finally, Jefty engineers a series of sadistic mind games, pushing the lovers to the breaking point, which naturally leads to a noir-style movie climax. All three actors are terrific, and Lupino, who went on to become one of filmdom's first female film directors (she directed, among others, the nour classic THE HITCH-HIKER), sings passably, and looks a whole lot better than passable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2115473692918823299?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2115473692918823299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2115473692918823299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-house-1948_19.html' title='ROAD HOUSE (1948)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SNQdRYitj2I/AAAAAAAACRw/kafo1Ox4YbU/s72-c/roadhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6093145724134698541</id><published>2008-09-10T10:59:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:05:52.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIED LIFE (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMf2TJoqCII/AAAAAAAACRY/v4HNiSvMGxk/s1600-h/marriedlife_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244431099960625282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMf2TJoqCII/AAAAAAAACRY/v4HNiSvMGxk/s200/marriedlife_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A married man in love with a younger woman decides to kill his wife because he doesn’t have the heart to hurt her (she has her own lover, by the way). Foolishly, the man (Chris Cooper) introduces his lover (Rachel McAdams) to his best friend (Pierce Brosnan), &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; two start an affair, and when he finds out he goes back to his wife (Patricia Clarkson) and saves her just in time from the poison he's mixed with her stomach medicine. At the end, we see all the characters years later at a party playing (tellingly) Charades, all fences apparently long mended. Though I mostly liked &lt;strong&gt;MARRIED LIFE&lt;/strong&gt; – it is full of suspense and dotted with black humor – I felt the ending was weak. The three alternate endings on the DVD are more interesting – and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of them is perfect, wrapping the story up on just the right ironic note. I just don't get why they didn't choose &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6093145724134698541?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6093145724134698541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6093145724134698541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/09/married-life-2007.html' title='MARRIED LIFE (2007)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMf2TJoqCII/AAAAAAAACRY/v4HNiSvMGxk/s72-c/marriedlife_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-115610200406615280</id><published>2008-09-07T14:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:28:19.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS (1992) Unreal estate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMRlo8xrbmI/AAAAAAAACRQ/PA_vVXRV01k/s1600-h/51CAOSj--QL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243427620349767266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMRlo8xrbmI/AAAAAAAACRQ/PA_vVXRV01k/s200/51CAOSj--QL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS&lt;/span&gt; is about the machinations of a real estate office. It's also an allegory in which two land developments – one that never got off the ground (Glen Ross) and one that probably never will (Glengarry) – represent the failed dreams of men who peddle them and the suckers who buy in. When a yuppie asshole from the home office (Alex Baldwin, in a brief scene that was written for him) appears in the seedy sales office late one rainy night to berate and humiliate the salesmen, it's clear that in David Mamet’s bleak world, even the winners are losers. You'll never see better acting by a better ensemble cast, including Al Pacino and Jack Lemmon. Watch them closely in the scene when Lemmon tells Pacino about his big sale (which turns out to be a bust). It’s some of the best acting by one actor and listening by another you'll ever see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-115610200406615280?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/115610200406615280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/115610200406615280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2006/08/glengarry-glen-ross-1992-unreal-estate.html' title='GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS (1992) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unreal estate&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMRlo8xrbmI/AAAAAAAACRQ/PA_vVXRV01k/s72-c/51CAOSj--QL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5540618229242067300</id><published>2008-09-07T09:31:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:42:30.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRISON FORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMPoPbOdEvI/AAAAAAAACRA/tev2v0IaPx0/s1600-h/harrison_ford_7066223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243289742893454066" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMPoPbOdEvI/AAAAAAAACRA/tev2v0IaPx0/s200/harrison_ford_7066223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like other contemporary actors whose careers were built on youth and media hype rather than on strong and evolving acting skills, Harrison Ford has apparently hit the wall in late midlife. He’s only 63 but looks worn-out, and worse, bored. In the past, aging leading men often re-invented themselves and worked into their ‘70s and even ‘80s, maintaining their onscreen energy by tackling new acting challenges. But despite several such attempts, Ford keeps making "action" films. I recently saw him in two movies separated by a decade, and what a difference that decade made. The less said of the movies themselves the better (THE DEVIL'S OWN is pretty good; FIREWALL is atrocious), but here's what I thought of Ford. In THE DEVIL’S OWN (1997), playing a righteous NY cop, he actually does some acting. He's no Olivier or Gielgud, mind you, but he does show some emotional range – even smiles once in a while. But in FIREWALL (2006), he plays a bank security specialist blackmailed by baddies into making a large cyber-withdrawal. Now in a situation like that, who would smile, but all Ford does in every scene is scowl. And it's a scowl that doesn't say, "Boy, am I worried about my family;" it's more like, "What the hell am I doing in this awful movie." It was said that Katharine Hepburn's acting ran "the gamut of emotions from A to B” – in FIREWALL, Ford's range is even narrower! INDIANA JONES? I refuse to see it. I prefer to remember the earlier ones. I’ve never been much of a Ford fan – always thought he was a mediocre actor at best. And now that he’s in a sixties, whatever talent he once had (yes, I know we all the big movies he’s starred in over the years) seems to have disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5540618229242067300?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5540618229242067300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5540618229242067300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/09/harrison-ford.html' title='HARRISON FORD'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMPoPbOdEvI/AAAAAAAACRA/tev2v0IaPx0/s72-c/harrison_ford_7066223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-406997732123483398</id><published>2008-09-05T09:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:38:47.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAT (1995) Pacino and DeNiro, mano y mano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMJ-lCSH5FI/AAAAAAAACQg/mmhv4VURp6g/s1600-h/200px-Heatposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242892090945823826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMJ-lCSH5FI/AAAAAAAACQg/mmhv4VURp6g/s200/200px-Heatposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has that uniquely stylish Michael Mann look, and the two big stars' wardrobing, make-up and haircuts were never cooler - but otherwise, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HEAT&lt;/span&gt; is mostly a fairly predictable cops and robbers flick. &lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt; ... after one hour, 28 minutes and 49 seconds, there is one unforgettable scene, moviedom's first shared screen appearance by DeNiro and Pacino. It takes place in a coffee shop for seven minutes, and every second is electrifying: a larger-than-life cop and a larger-than-life criminal on opposite sides of a small table and the Law, each with obvious respect for the other, each dedicated his chosen life, each knowing that to survive he may have to kill the other. More interestingly, the scene showcases the larger-than-life charisma and talents of two of America’s greatest living actors, each with obvious great respect for the other, and each knowing that he can – and at any moment almost does – blow the other right off the screen. It's like watching an acting class. (Trivia note: Pacino and DeNiro were filmed in the same scene but with separate cameras, so that the entire conversation could unfold in real time with minimal editing. It took about a dozen retakes.)&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oTNNjRuqbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oTNNjRuqbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;BTW, you might want to avoid their latest movie, together, &lt;strong&gt;RIGHTEOUS KILL&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a righteous disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-406997732123483398?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/406997732123483398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/406997732123483398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2006/10/heat-1995.html' title='HEAT (1995) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pacino and DeNiro, mano y mano&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SMJ-lCSH5FI/AAAAAAAACQg/mmhv4VURp6g/s72-c/200px-Heatposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2006492186411489471</id><published>2008-09-01T16:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:53:44.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITE HUNTER, BLACK HEART Clint Eastwood delivers the Mother of all putdowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, a movie director patterned on John Huston, artfully insulting an anti-semitic woman&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Clint Eastwood): “I would like to tell you a little story.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mrs. MacGregor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:   “Oh, I love stories.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:   “Well, you mustn't interrupt now, because you're way too beautiful to interrupt people. When I was in London in the early ‘40s, I was dining one evening at the Savoy with a rather select group of people, and sitting next to me was a very beautiful lady, much like yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mrs. MacGregor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:   “Now you're pulling my leg.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Wilson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   “Now, just listen, dear. Well, we were dining and the bombs were falling, and we were all talking about Hitler and comparing him with Napoleon, and we were all being really brilliant. And then, suddenly, this beautiful lady, she spoke up and said that was the thing she didn't mind about Hitler, was the way he was treating the Jews. Well, we all started arguing with her, of course. Though, mind you, no one at the table was Jewish. But she persisted. Are you listening, honey?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;MacGregor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   “Mustn't interrupt Daddy/”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Wilson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   “That's right. You're way too beautiful for that. Anyway, she went on to say that that's how she felt about it, that if she had her way, she would kill them all, burn them in ovens, like Hitler. Well, we all sat there in silence. Then finally, I leaned over to her and I said, ‘Madam, I have dined with some of the ugliest goddamn bitches in my time. And I have dined with some of the goddamndest ugly bitches in this world. But you, my dear, are the ugliest bitch of them all.’  Well, anyway, she got up to leave and she tripped over a chair and fell on the floor. And we all just sat there. No one raised a hand to help her. And finally when she picked herself up I said to her one more time: 'You, my dear, are the ugliest goddamn bitch I have ever dined with.' Well, you know what happened? The very next day, she reported me to the American Embassy. And they brought me in for reprimand. And then when they investigated it, they found out she was a German agent. And they locked her up. [smiles]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“Isn't that amazing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mrs. MacGregor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:  "Why did you tell me that story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:  “Oh, I don't know. It wasn't because I thought you were a German agent, honey. But I was tempted tonight to say the very same thing to you. I didn't want you to think I had never said it before. You, madam, are the … well, you know the rest.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;The scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVmB3BB9-m8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVmB3BB9-m8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2006492186411489471?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2006492186411489471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2006492186411489471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/09/white-hunter-black-heart-mother-of-all.html' title='WHITE HUNTER, BLACK HEART &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clint Eastwood delivers the Mother of all putdowns&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6824083276699630079</id><published>2008-08-31T12:07:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:56:59.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BANK (2001)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLsNI18vy3I/AAAAAAAACQY/cW1O8Y2Pl-o/s1600-h/MV5BMTkwMjU4NTM3Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODU4NDEzMQ%40%40._V1._SX99_SY140_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240797036947688306" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLsNI18vy3I/AAAAAAAACQY/cW1O8Y2Pl-o/s200/MV5BMTkwMjU4NTM3Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODU4NDEzMQ%40%40._V1._SX99_SY140_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BANK&lt;/span&gt; is a thinking man’s bank heist tale. A math whiz (David Wenham) invents an algorithm that can forecast with near-absolute certainty the ups and downs of global financial markets. He pitches it to a mega-bank, whose corrupt manager (Anthony LaPaglia) hires him to perfect, then implement the software to manipulate the market for profit, regardless of the consequences for investors. The software winds up working like gangbusters, but the result turns out to be far different from the manager's expectation. This suspenseful Australian thriller features several mysterious subplots including one about the true identity and intentions of the math guy, all of which come together neatly with the punch of a keyboard key. LaPaglia, whose face can turn from calm to fierce on a dime, is powerful as a banker you most certainly don't want tending your account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6824083276699630079?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6824083276699630079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6824083276699630079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/bank-2001.html' title='THE BANK (2001)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLsNI18vy3I/AAAAAAAACQY/cW1O8Y2Pl-o/s72-c/MV5BMTkwMjU4NTM3Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODU4NDEzMQ%40%40._V1._SX99_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6136759830782746363</id><published>2008-08-30T08:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:14:21.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REDBELT (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLlT2_p50LI/AAAAAAAACQI/3bqr7kBmsjc/s1600-h/redbelt_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240311845687513266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLlT2_p50LI/AAAAAAAACQI/3bqr7kBmsjc/s200/redbelt_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In David Mamet’s latest film, Mike Terry (Chiwetel Ejiofor) is a small-time jujitsu instructor with an unyielding sense of honor that kicks in when a jittery lawyer (Emily Mortimer) inadvertently causes a ruckus at his street-front dojo. From there, the plot unfolds in several directions, with an oppressive sense of inevitability overriding a clear, linear plotline. Mike's business is failing, as his wife (Alice Braga) curtly informs him, and the problems caused by the dojo incident puts the redbelt into deep red. A chance encounter with a drunken, slumming Hollywood star (Tim Allen, in a surprisingly fine dramtic performance) brings financial relief, but unfortunately, that turns out to be only a brief allusion. The instructor's brother-in-law, a sleazy fight promoter, tries to get Mike involved in a pro mixed-martial-arts tournament, but Mike's scruples again come into play. As with the best of Mamet's scripts, it’s initially unclear where any of this is going, but then all the threads suddenly, thunderously collide. The film unravels a bit in the last few moments amid unanswered story questions and a simplistic, ROCKY-style climax. But until that moment, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;REDBELT&lt;/span&gt; is Mamet's richest film of the decade and worth a look, whether you're into martial arts or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6136759830782746363?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6136759830782746363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6136759830782746363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/redbelt-2008.html' title='REDBELT (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLlT2_p50LI/AAAAAAAACQI/3bqr7kBmsjc/s72-c/redbelt_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3938097102014997951</id><published>2008-08-24T16:52:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:26:28.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEXANDRA'S PROJECT (2003)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLPpM7ggeBI/AAAAAAAACQA/bXSZK5pUEps/s1600-h/2003alexandrasproject01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238787199903758354" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLPpM7ggeBI/AAAAAAAACQA/bXSZK5pUEps/s200/2003alexandrasproject01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Directed by Aussie auteur Rolf de Heer&lt;span&gt;, this&lt;/span&gt; psychological thriller takes place on what begins a very good day for Steve. It's his birthday, and later he gets both an office party and a big promotion. In high spirits, he arrives home expecting a surprise party, but what's waiting for him in the dark, deserted house is gift-wrapped videotape. Making himself comfortable in his easy chair, he plays it. It starts out pleasantly enough with his wife offering a toast and doing a strip. Steve is pleasantly surprised and titillated at first. But when his naked wife abruptly switches to a bitter diatribe about how desperately unhappy she is, and suddenly points a gun first toward him and then at her own temple, Steve's hopes for a fun evening turn to shock and fear, especially when he discovers all the light bulbs are missing, and all the locks have been changed, trapping him inside the inside-locking, burglar-proof house. And those are just the first in a series of jolts, revelations and mind games Steve is subjected to as his wife as she ennerates in her ever-nastier TV monologue all the sins he's committed during their marriage and which have driven her to this revenge. Basically one long real-time scene between a woman on a TV screen and her husband watching her, this is not a particularly good movie, but its intensity will hold your attention and make you think twice about cheating on your spouse and surprise birthday parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3938097102014997951?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3938097102014997951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3938097102014997951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/alexandras-project-2003.html' title='ALEXANDRA&apos;S PROJECT (2003)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SLPpM7ggeBI/AAAAAAAACQA/bXSZK5pUEps/s72-c/2003alexandrasproject01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7862611195680242111</id><published>2008-08-20T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:21:12.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REVERSIBLE ERROR (2004)</title><content type='html'>A well-made TV movie based on Scott Turow's novel about an attorney who is handed a death row case in the 11th hour and then discovers his client, a semi-retarded man accused of a triple homicide, is innocent. The film story is lengthy and complex but never boring. But engaging as the plot is, it's the characters and their relationships that keep us interested. The four main characters are totally different, non-stereotypical personalities: the inexperienced but overly ambitious prosecuting attorney (Monica Potter), the introverted and ethical defending attorney (William H. Macy), the erratic but well-intentioned ex-judge (Felicity Huffman, Macy's real-life wife), and the experienced, well-intentioned but not totally ethical cop (Tom Selleck). We get to know each character in depth as they interact each plot twist and with each other in a complex and evil web. (Trivia note: A reversible error in law is an error by the trier of law (judge) or the trier of fact (the jury or the judge if it is a bench trial), or malfeasance by one of the trying attorneys, which results in an unfair trial.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7862611195680242111?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7862611195680242111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7862611195680242111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/reversible-errors-2004.html' title='REVERSIBLE ERROR (2004)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1769967822299709046</id><published>2008-08-18T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:29:53.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU KILL ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKTv3d7xWZI/AAAAAAAACNg/gswG1m1BLZs/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234572403118528914" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKTv3d7xWZI/AAAAAAAACNg/gswG1m1BLZs/s200/quote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; (Luke Wilson), commenting on Frank's admission to his AA group that he is an alcoholic and a career hit man: “Actually, it went better than you think.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurel&lt;/span&gt; (Tea Leoni): “How do you know they won't tell the police?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frank&lt;/span&gt; (Ben Kingsley): “It's Alcoholics &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;: “Somehow I don't really feel that's what they had in mind when they came up with the name. But you never know.”&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt; (Marcus Thomas), Frank’s cousin: “Look, I know you think you know Frank pretty well, but there's probably a few things you're not gonna wanna hear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laurel&lt;/strong&gt; (Leoni): “Like that he came back to Buffalo to kill Edward O'Leary so he could stop him and the rest of the Irish from getting into bed with some Chinese sugar daddy and wiping your family off the map? Oh, and he's a really big drunk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;: “Wow! He's really opening up.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1769967822299709046?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1769967822299709046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1769967822299709046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-kill-me-2007.html' title='YOU KILL ME'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKTv3d7xWZI/AAAAAAAACNg/gswG1m1BLZs/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-1583481589977726912</id><published>2008-08-18T09:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:49:14.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU KILL ME (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKWVS0dX9_I/AAAAAAAACNo/h5vDo8ss15g/s1600-h/kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234754292440102898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKWVS0dX9_I/AAAAAAAACNo/h5vDo8ss15g/s200/kill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movies about hit men who grow on you are as easy to find these days as an unregistered gun. &lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;YOU KILL ME&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;Frank (Ben Kingsley) is a grumpy, Buffalo-based contract killer with a taste for gin as well as whacking for dollars. Tapped to make a hit that will ensure the power of Mob his boss-uncle (Philip Baker Hall, the hyper library cop in "Seinfeld"), he winds up falling asleep on the job. Displeased, to say the least, his boss sends Frank to San Francisco with orders to join AA and get sober, or risk getting fired permanently. Frank goes, but not gracefully. At first it's rough going, but over the course of his "vacation" he finds a sponsor who becomes a friend (Luke Wilson), stops drinking (most of the time), excels in a respectable job (sort of – preparing corpses in a funeral home), and falls in love with another AA-er (Lea Teoni) who learns to overlook his peccadilloes and even helps him fix the mess he created back in Buffalo – none of it without complications, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-1583481589977726912?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1583481589977726912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/1583481589977726912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-kill-me-2007_15.html' title='YOU KILL ME (2007)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKWVS0dX9_I/AAAAAAAACNo/h5vDo8ss15g/s72-c/kill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3779176594543387308</id><published>2008-08-18T07:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:42:51.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IN BRUGES (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKQ6JJ5W_TI/AAAAAAAACNQ/dvOLx_Nz8CI/s1600-h/200px-In_bruges_post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234372595861093682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKQ6JJ5W_TI/AAAAAAAACNQ/dvOLx_Nz8CI/s200/200px-In_bruges_post.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Novice hit man Ray (Colin Farrell) bungles his first job in the worst possible way. As punishment, Ray's high-strung, foul-mouthed boss Harry banishes him and his senior partner Ken (Brendan Gleeson) to the quaint Belgian city of Bruges, ordering them to wait for further instructions (which shall not be revealed here). For Ken, Bruges is a quaint place for sight-seeing and R&amp;amp;R. But for Ray, it's just 'fucking' Bruges, the last place on earth he wants to be. Morose, withdrawn and guilt-ridden, Ray contemplates suicide, but then he meets a beautiful young woman ... but that's another subplot. Bruges is the capital and largest city in the province of West Flanders in the Flemish Region of Belgium, but it’s far too small to contain all the problems these two schlubs create for the locals and for themselves. This well- acted, dark comedy-tragedy is a treat to eyes and ears, but be prepared to hear the f-word and its derivatives 126 times, an average of 1.18 times per minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3779176594543387308?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3779176594543387308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3779176594543387308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-bruges-2008_13.html' title='IN BRUGES (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SKQ6JJ5W_TI/AAAAAAAACNQ/dvOLx_Nz8CI/s72-c/200px-In_bruges_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-8907707167616725076</id><published>2008-08-17T12:25:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:15:39.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT AND THE CITY (1950) Noir place to hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rbt238Eu3KI/AAAAAAAAA20/E_8RYxkx1sM/s1600-h/richard-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024740512652778658" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rbt238Eu3KI/AAAAAAAAA20/E_8RYxkx1sM/s400/richard-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Film noir is often about guys who are dead – they just don’t know it yet. Take Hary Fabian, the poor doomed schnook in Jules Dassin’s classic.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:stockticker style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;Fabian, memorably played by Richard Widmark, is an two-bit hustler filled with big ambitions but empty of what it takes to achieve them. One day he meets a famous old Greco-Roman wrestler and dreams up a get-rich-and-famous scheme to open his own gym and secure a title match between his old-school wrestler and the ranking champ, "The Strangler" (Mike Mazurki). But after conning everyone around him including the woman who loves him (Gene Tierney) and then seeing his Grand Plan crumble piece by piece, Fabian, who in a rare moment of introspection admits to "running all my life," discovers there's &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; outrunning Fate, Karma, and The Strangler. Film noir as good as it gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-8907707167616725076?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8907707167616725076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/8907707167616725076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-and-city-1950-noir-place-to-hide.html' title='NIGHT AND THE CITY (1950) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noir place to hide&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rbt238Eu3KI/AAAAAAAAA20/E_8RYxkx1sM/s72-c/richard-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2266564836051344263</id><published>2008-08-17T12:25:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:13:14.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FORCE OF EVIL (1948)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RcFQtcEu3oI/AAAAAAAAA8I/25hmyPFIIEg/s1600-h/force_of_evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026387400682561154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RcFQtcEu3oI/AAAAAAAAA8I/25hmyPFIIEg/s200/force_of_evil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Garfield&lt;/strong&gt; (born Jacob Julius Garfinkle), who died of heart failure at 39, was one of America’s great stage and film actors. He's especially good in &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; highly literate exposé of the New York City numbers racket written and directed by Abraham Polonsky. Joe Morse (Garfield) is a Mob lawyer working for a crime boss hell-bent on consolidating the city's numbers rackets into one large "legal" lottery. Defying the big boss’s wishes is Joe's older brother Leo (Thomas Gomez), an "honest" small-time, independent bookie who cares more about his employees than profits and refuses to sell out to the Mob. What follows are tragic events that force Joe, a man with a buried conscience, to realize just how low he's fallen. It's noir as good as it gets. (Trivia notes: Be sure to check out the wonderful performances of Garfield in in BETWEEN TWO WORDS, GENTLEMAN'S AGREEMENT, and BODY AND SOUL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2266564836051344263?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2266564836051344263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2266564836051344263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/force-of-evil-1948.html' title='FORCE OF EVIL (1948)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RcFQtcEu3oI/AAAAAAAAA8I/25hmyPFIIEg/s72-c/force_of_evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2891835430886918669</id><published>2008-08-17T12:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:29:07.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT AND THE CITY (1992) Good. But noir way good as the original</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RcC9PsEu3lI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3ihjAFjM00A/s1600-h/night+and+the+city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026225261372169810" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RcC9PsEu3lI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3ihjAFjM00A/s400/night+and+the+city.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As remakes of classic noir films go – and for my taste, most of them can’t go away fast enough – Hollywood's version of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NIGHT AND THE CITY&lt;/span&gt; is entertaining enough, due mainly to snappy acting by veterans Jack Warden, Cliff Gorman and Alan King (sadly, now all deceased) and some role shuffling and plot simplification. But it ain’t noir or even particularly noirish. Jules Dassin’s 42-year old version hit the noir nail right on the head in mood and setting, but this version's director, Irwin Winkler, clearly toadied to '90s tastes and probably committee pressure by turning Harry Fabian, originally played by Richard Widmark and in this version by Robert De Niro, from a rat into a likable and well-meaning rascal, and switching the original ending from tragedy to just this side of comedy. The black-and-white original you'll never forget – the Technicolor remake, &lt;em&gt;fuhgetaboutit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2891835430886918669?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2891835430886918669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2891835430886918669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-and-city-1992-good-but-noir-way.html' title='NIGHT AND THE CITY (1992) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good. But noir way good as the original&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RcC9PsEu3lI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3ihjAFjM00A/s72-c/night+and+the+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6553844669050422022</id><published>2008-08-17T11:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:41:19.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HITCH-HIKER (1953)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RdMCOG1uh4I/AAAAAAAABCw/MwgGTBlx4cc/s1600-h/hitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031367650080360322" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RdMCOG1uh4I/AAAAAAAABCw/MwgGTBlx4cc/s200/hitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two average Joes (Edmond O’Brien, Frank Lovejoy) on weekend R&amp;amp;R make the mistake of their lives when they pick up a psychotic hitch-hiker (William Talman), who takes over their car and their lives at gunpoint. In a creepy noir touch, the creep's right eye doesn't close – even when he sleeps! – so the guys never know for sure whether their abductor is watching them, which makes escape rather dicey. Family men at home, the hostages are forced to make some hard decisions on the road. All three actors are excellent, and the suspense runs high from start to finish. (Trivia note: William Talman, with both his eyes intact, later starred as District Attorney Hamilton Burger on the long-running TV series Perry Mason.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6553844669050422022?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6553844669050422022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6553844669050422022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/hitch-hiker-1953.html' title='THE HITCH-HIKER (1953)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RdMCOG1uh4I/AAAAAAAABCw/MwgGTBlx4cc/s72-c/hitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-914496464793064571</id><published>2008-08-17T11:28:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:39:47.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SECONDS (1966) Rock rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rdcc_W1uidI/AAAAAAAABJw/Vpl25Z6ZDYY/s1600-h/hudson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032522983398083026" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rdcc_W1uidI/AAAAAAAABJw/Vpl25Z6ZDYY/s400/hudson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Famous for breezy ‘50/'60s comedies, Rock Hudson gives the best dramatic performance of his career in this Twilight Zone-ish parable about man's search for identity. A bored banker (character actor John Randolph) buys a totally new identity from a mysterious organization (headed by '40s noir star, Jeff Corey). After various surgeries and procedures, middle-aged Randolph turns to a youthful-looking Rock. Enthusiastically plunging into his new existence, he falls for a beautiful, free-spirited woman; takes up painting; and starts partying. All seems well. But then he finds he has no talent for painting, misses his wife, goes around blabbing his secret to others. The final blow comes when he discovers that his youthful lover has secrets of her own. which forces the "organization" to get rid of Hudson in a most horrifying and depressing way. Though not billed as a film noir, SECONDS certainly feels like one with its stark black and white lighting, off-kilter camera angles, and an average Joe duped by Fate and his own weaknesses. Not to be missed. (Trivia note: Watch for the party scene when Rock and others are drunkenly stomping grapes in a large wine barrel. Hudson, an extremely fastidious man, strongly resisted doing this scene but was persuaded by director John Frankenheimer to do it for the integrity of the story. In the first part of the scene, Hudson is obviously uncomfortable, but soon you can see him really getting into it. And according to reports on the set, he really did.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-914496464793064571?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/914496464793064571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/914496464793064571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/seconds-1966-rock-rocks.html' title='SECONDS (1966) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rock rocks!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rdcc_W1uidI/AAAAAAAABJw/Vpl25Z6ZDYY/s72-c/hudson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-352084165167060231</id><published>2008-08-17T11:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:31:46.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARLET STREET (1945)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RfR261_1OiI/AAAAAAAABg0/DQ_G2WqhBXQ/s1600-h/t19259bz0xf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040784636233726498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RfR261_1OiI/AAAAAAAABg0/DQ_G2WqhBXQ/s200/t19259bz0xf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fritz Lang’s &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SCARLET STREET &lt;/span&gt;is classic noir laced with patches of black humor. Retired and retiring bank clerk Chris Cross (Edward G. Robinson) has a gold watch and little else to show for his 25 years of dutiful service. Unappreciated by his shrewish wife, he falls for an enticing woman named Kitty (Joan Bennett) and leads her to believe he's a wealthy artist, though actually he's only an amateur painter. Kitty's sleazy boyfriend Johnny (Dan Duryea) gets her to maneuver lovesick Cross into setting her up in an apartment (with his wife's money). There, away from dull married life and fueled by his passion for Kitty, he begins to paint masterpieces, which unbeknownst to him, Johnny sells to galleries under Kitty's name. The results are both disastrous and ironic – in other words, totally noirish. Robinson, famous for playing sadistic hoodlums throughout the ‘30s and ‘40s, is fine as the cultured Chris Cross – and beautiful Joan Bennett, who had co-starred with Robinson and Duryea the year before in another noir thriller directed by Lang, THE WOMAN IN THE WINDOW, makes a fetching femme fatale.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-352084165167060231?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/352084165167060231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/352084165167060231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/scarlet-street-1945.html' title='SCARLET STREET (1945)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/RfR261_1OiI/AAAAAAAABg0/DQ_G2WqhBXQ/s72-c/t19259bz0xf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-6718509103096628812</id><published>2008-08-17T11:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:29:18.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT AND SHADOW</title><content type='html'>Film noir is characterized by chiaroscuro lighting (the dramatic use of light and shade); night scenes, sometimes in glistening wet streets, blocks of shadow on the face hinting at an unrevealed “dark side”) and bars of shadow from Venetian blinds or windows, conveying a sense of being trapped; and claustrophobic or unbalanced camera framing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-6718509103096628812?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6718509103096628812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/6718509103096628812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/light-and-shadow.html' title='LIGHT AND SHADOW'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5013405917563550968</id><published>2008-08-17T11:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:23:21.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUDDEN FEAR (1952)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rh4i0yY697I/AAAAAAAABj4/PocycmtS7pk/s1600-h/use.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052514122231117746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rh4i0yY697I/AAAAAAAABj4/PocycmtS7pk/s320/use.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;SUDDEN FEAR&lt;/strong&gt;, Joan Crawford is Myra Hudson, a wealthy heiress-playwright who at first rejects the advances of the romantic lead in her latest play, then falls in love with him. They marry, and all seems cozy … until a sexpot (Gloria Grahame) shows up, the actor's ex-partner in crime and under the covers. Resuming their affair, the two plot to get hold of Myra's money (which, ironically, Myra has already bequeathed him). Myra remains blissfully unaware of this … until she discovers a recording on her dictation machine of the pair's plans. This scene is both fascinating and painful to watch. We see Crawford's Myra, often in extreme close-up, reacting first in disbelief, then confusion, then grief, all of which culminates with her running to the bathroom to throw up. Imagine the skill and bravery required for such nakedness! Requiring a similar range of emotions is a breakfast scene between Myra and and her faithless husband after she has laid awake all night planning revenge. It starts with duplicitous, lovingly inane "good mornings," and then he asks, "Aren't you going to kiss me?" Myra does, and then says, the irony perhaps lost on him but not us: "I was just wondering what I'd done to deserve you." She then smiles at him, and as she turns and walks toward the camera, out of his view, her smile fades to grim disgust. It's a classic Crawford moment. What makes this film ultimately so memorable is not necessarily the plot (which can occasionally seem implausible) nor the camera tricks (which, especially in the fantasy sequence, looks dated today), but rather Joan Crawford's performance. And as a well-deserved acknowledgment of her acting talents, she was nominated for her third, and final, Oscar for FEAR, a movie which almost makes me the Crawford fan I never was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5013405917563550968?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5013405917563550968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5013405917563550968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/sudden-fear-1952.html' title='SUDDEN FEAR (1952)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rh4i0yY697I/AAAAAAAABj4/PocycmtS7pk/s72-c/use.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3322608079998010362</id><published>2008-08-17T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:45:56.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS (1950)  ...trouble begins. Noir-turally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rh7w1CY698I/AAAAAAAABkA/TyR3pYagT44/s1600-h/49m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052740625921406914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rh7w1CY698I/AAAAAAAABkA/TyR3pYagT44/s320/49m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Otto Preminger directed four noir films at Fox, all terrific. Setting aside the peerless LAURA as more psychological mystery-romance than noir, there's plenty of evidence for judging &lt;strong&gt;WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS&lt;/strong&gt; the best of the lot (the other two being FALLEN ANGEL and WHIRLPOOL). This is a hard-edged tale of a borderline-vicious New York police detective, Mark Dixon (Dana Andrews), with tortuous personal reasons for overzealousness in pursuing the bad guys. Much of the story unfolds in one night, when the murder of a high-roller from out of town precipitates a string of events that lead to Dixon's becoming an accidental murderer. True to noir tradition, an innocent man is implicated, and Dixon's moral and psychological torment kicks in. Tightly scripted by Ben Hecht, who provided noir scripts for many directors, Preminger's film isn't up to the quality of Nicholas Ray's ON DANGEROUS GROUND, another 1950 noir about a cop (Robert Ryan) addicted to ultraviolence, but it's first-rate. Tight-lipped and taciturn, Andrews is a sort older and rougher version of the cop he played in LAURA. In fact he's reunited with his co-star from LAURA, Gene Tierney, who plays a woman caught in the sidewash of sordid goings-on, and LAURA cameraman Joseph La Shelle, whose gives the film a luster beyond the accustomed semidocumentary look of Fox noirs. Gary Merrill, usually a bland nice-guy, chews scenery as as Dixon's nasty gangland foe Tommy Scalise, a homoerotic villain with a menthol inhaler as fetish object. Their encounters are brutal and fun to watch. The ending is pure Hollywood, but with a nice noirish twist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3322608079998010362?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3322608079998010362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3322608079998010362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-sidewalk-ends-1950-trouble-begins.html' title='WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS (1950) &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt; ...trouble begins. Noir-turally&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Rh7w1CY698I/AAAAAAAABkA/TyR3pYagT44/s72-c/49m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-67550640263217274</id><published>2008-08-14T03:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:22:27.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IN BRUGES (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt; (Colin Farrell), in the movie's opening voiceover:&lt;br /&gt;“After I killed him, I dropped the gun in the Thames, washed the residue off me hands in the bathroom of a Burger King, and walked home to await instructions. Shortly thereafter the instructions came through – ‘Get the fuck out of London, you dumb fucks. Get to Bruges.’ I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was. [pause] It's in Belgium.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-67550640263217274?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/67550640263217274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/67550640263217274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-bruges-2008.html' title='IN BRUGES (2008)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-5135161008983842285</id><published>2008-08-10T18:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:38:04.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I was misinformed." CASABLANCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ90SDZz3CI/AAAAAAAACMw/K0luaqEqQ_E/s1600-h/quote40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233029145527835682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ90SDZz3CI/AAAAAAAACMw/K0luaqEqQ_E/s200/quote40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Renault&lt;/span&gt; (Claude Rains): "What in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt; (Bogart): "My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Renault&lt;/span&gt;: "Waters? What waters? We're in the desert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; "I was misinformed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-5135161008983842285?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5135161008983842285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/5135161008983842285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2006/12/dry-wit.html' title='&quot;I was misinformed.&quot; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;CASABLANCA&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ90SDZz3CI/AAAAAAAACMw/K0luaqEqQ_E/s72-c/quote40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7699328044952453364</id><published>2008-08-10T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:36:37.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PANIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJn68mXb45I/AAAAAAAACLk/4WNlGZlKC2M/s1600-h/quote40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231488361165480850" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJn68mXb45I/AAAAAAAACLk/4WNlGZlKC2M/s200/quote40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sammy&lt;/strong&gt; (Alex’s son): “Dad... When can I get a guitar?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; (William H. Macy): “When you've mastered the harmonica.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sammy&lt;/strong&gt;: “When can I get an electric guitar?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex:&lt;/strong&gt; “When you've got your own house.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7699328044952453364?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7699328044952453364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7699328044952453364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/panic.html' title='PANIC'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJn68mXb45I/AAAAAAAACLk/4WNlGZlKC2M/s72-c/quote40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-2634613059218118655</id><published>2008-08-10T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:30:41.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PANIC (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJj9tbfF8wI/AAAAAAAACLc/j-v8pgvvrDA/s1600-h/panic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231209924104942338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJj9tbfF8wI/AAAAAAAACLc/j-v8pgvvrDA/s200/panic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many times have we heard a midlife crisis-sufferer say he'd kill for a better job? In &lt;strong&gt;PANIC&lt;/strong&gt;, Alex (William H. Macy) really means it. He's a contract killer indentured to the man who taught him the business, &lt;em&gt;his dad!&lt;/em&gt; (Donald Sutherland). Trying to work up the nerve to quit, Alex starts seeing a psychologist (John Ritter). Of course, in Alex's line of work, spilling one's guts to outsiders is drastically career-limiting, so now Alex has been ordered to bump off the hapless therapist. PANIC treats us to a few smiley face moments such as when Alex and the young son he adores share bedtime bonding time, and when Alex, seeking a bit of excitement outside his dull marriage, falls for a young fellow therapy patient (Neve Campbell). But when Alex’s father, looking to add future head count to the family business, gives his six-year old grandson his first lesson in killing (a squirrel) – the same lesson Alex got at the same tender age – things turn very, very dark. Macy, portraying a man struggling with 40 years' worth of suppressed rage, and the patrician-looking Sutherland, seemingly the perfect Grandfather until we see him violently lose his temper over some spilt model plane glue, make each of their characters too real for comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-2634613059218118655?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2634613059218118655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/2634613059218118655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/panic-2000.html' title='PANIC (2000)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJj9tbfF8wI/AAAAAAAACLc/j-v8pgvvrDA/s72-c/panic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3434041097205277662</id><published>2008-08-09T07:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:32:12.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHEYENNE SOCIAL CLUB (1970)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2PfxhP3wI/AAAAAAAACMY/bGcGB6SdSj8/s1600-h/quote40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496118105890562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2PfxhP3wI/AAAAAAAACMY/bGcGB6SdSj8/s200/quote40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley&lt;/strong&gt; (Henry Fonda):  “Did I ever tell ya how my Uncle Charlie got stoved up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; (Jimmy Stewart), sighing&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; “No, Harley.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Harley&lt;/span&gt;: “His home set right out in the prairie. One day he went in the outhouse and got caught right in the middle of a stampede. When he went in there wasn't a cow in sight. A few minutes later, 365 longhorns ran over him. Broke him up something terrrible. That was 19 years ago and he's still constipated.”&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Harley&lt;/span&gt;: “I've eaten mighty good food in my life, but this weren't part of it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cook&lt;/span&gt;: “Yeah, well, I ain't heard no complaints from none of the others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Harley&lt;/span&gt;: “Yeah, well, they ain't as well-bred as I am.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3434041097205277662?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3434041097205277662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3434041097205277662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheyenne-social-club-1970.html' title='THE CHEYENNE SOCIAL CLUB (1970)'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2PfxhP3wI/AAAAAAAACMY/bGcGB6SdSj8/s72-c/quote40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-7472829396461283231</id><published>2008-08-09T07:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:15:13.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO RODE TOGETHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2NLcTSWMI/AAAAAAAACMQ/lwaEoOfIQjM/s1600-h/quote40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2NLcTSWMI/AAAAAAAACMQ/lwaEoOfIQjM/s200/quote40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232493569789548738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;:  “Senor, the widow Gomez has delivered a son this morning, a boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marshal Guthrie McCabe&lt;/span&gt; (Jimmy Stewart):  “Bully for the widow Gomez!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;:   “But senor, it has been more than a year ago since Senor Antonio Gomez has been buried in the church house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McCabe&lt;/span&gt;:  “Well, there are some men you just can't trust to stay where you put 'em.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-7472829396461283231?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7472829396461283231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/7472829396461283231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-rode-together.html' title='TWO RODE TOGETHER'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2NLcTSWMI/AAAAAAAACMQ/lwaEoOfIQjM/s72-c/quote40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3725085156249980234</id><published>2008-08-09T07:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:53:45.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't want you to kill him, Jack,  I just want you to bury him. If he dies in the process, that's his problem."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2JY0tgcqI/AAAAAAAACL4/THKJwYm0RuU/s1600-h/quote40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2JY0tgcqI/AAAAAAAACL4/THKJwYm0RuU/s200/quote40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232489401633764002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;, tossing a shovel to Jack, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROMEO IS BLEEDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3725085156249980234?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3725085156249980234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3725085156249980234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/romeo-is-bleeding_09.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t want you to kill him, Jack,  I just want you to bury him. If he dies in the process, that&apos;s his problem.&quot;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJ2JY0tgcqI/AAAAAAAACL4/THKJwYm0RuU/s72-c/quote40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3241238453272349813</id><published>2008-08-07T20:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:59:16.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THIRD MAN The famous ferris wheel scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lime&lt;/span&gt; (Orson Welles): "In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed — they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. S' long, Holly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3241238453272349813?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3241238453272349813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3241238453272349813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/third-man-famous-ferris-wheel-scene.html' title='THE THIRD MAN &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The famous ferris wheel scene&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32915255.post-3139211832211127846</id><published>2008-08-03T18:36:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:40:28.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMEO IS BLEEDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJZCRFyNAjI/AAAAAAAACLM/ifCCEK1MLDc/s1600-h/quote40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230440878615364146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJZCRFyNAjI/AAAAAAAACLM/ifCCEK1MLDc/s200/quote40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jack Grimaldi&lt;/span&gt; (Gary Oldman), talking to Mona in his rear-view mirror: “So you're the big hoodlum? Personally, I don't see it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mona Demarkov&lt;/span&gt; (Lena Olin): “Keep lookin'.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32915255-3139211832211127846?l=andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3139211832211127846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32915255/posts/default/3139211832211127846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andysscreeningroom.blogspot.com/2008/08/romeo-is-bleeding.html' title='ROMEO IS BLEEDING'/><author><name>&lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Boy&lt;/strong&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691180411339633718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/Su46XrRH2XI/AAAAAAAADSI/vRXV-xInCts/S220/popcorn-kid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LYoCRzHYLmQ/SJZCRFyNAjI/AAAAAAAACLM/ifCCEK1MLDc/s72-c/quote40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
