<?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-698985052761467524</id><updated>2012-01-17T09:37:26.224Z</updated><title type='text'>PAUL ON FILM</title><subtitle type='html'>I like film. Everytime I watch a movie I'm going to add it to this blog, and write a little about what I thought. This way, anyone interested can see what I've been watching. And hey, if you have anything to say about a film, why not start a discussion, leave your own review in the comments. I do watch films over, but I'll only write about them twice in six months.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-6588317939903358548</id><published>2007-11-01T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:27:07.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Hi readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paulonfilm.co.uk is moving! I'm now the editor of my University's film magazine, and I've set up an online reviews section. The reviews on this site have migrated to the new one and new writers will aid me in continuing the reviews. Check it out at &lt;a href="http://biglensreviews.blogspot.com"&gt;biglensreviews.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/biglensreviews.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-6588317939903358548?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/6588317939903358548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=6588317939903358548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6588317939903358548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6588317939903358548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/11/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8713565370340117870</id><published>2007-05-24T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:19:18.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Garden State</title><content type='html'>More than just a film exulting the genius of its writer/directer/star/executive soundtrack producer Zach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braff&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garden State &lt;/span&gt;is a solid, wholesome and wholly impressive debut for the New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jerseyan&lt;/span&gt; talent. Perhaps only someone from New Jersey could make a film set there seem remotely interesting, and this is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braff&lt;/span&gt; achieves. The excellent casting of Natalie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Portman&lt;/span&gt; and Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sarsgaard&lt;/span&gt; help this film come to life as much as the carefully chosen soundtrack which features heavily in the movie. One could criticise the over emphasis on the greatness of The Shins, but in my opinion they warrant it, and their mention in a film about real life is normal enough. One of the best happy/sad films of recent years, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garden State &lt;/span&gt;will continue to strike a chord in countless young people, as the medically numbed children of the '90s start to find that the line between child and adult is becoming ever more blurred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8713565370340117870?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8713565370340117870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8713565370340117870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8713565370340117870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8713565370340117870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/05/garden-state.html' title='Garden State'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-306975791030763161</id><published>2007-05-24T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:01:23.332Z</updated><title type='text'>Date Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow Aaron Seltzer can hit or miss. And this time it's way off. A few instances of visual humour remain a few instances and fail to transform &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date Movie &lt;/span&gt;into anything like as funny, or even as eager to please as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scary Movie&lt;/span&gt; franchise. There I was thinking I might want to give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epic Movie&lt;/span&gt; a try... I found the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitch &lt;/span&gt;spoof the best, but honestly wished I hadn't started watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-306975791030763161?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/306975791030763161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=306975791030763161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/306975791030763161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/306975791030763161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/05/date-movie.html' title='Date Movie'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1181206896955929591</id><published>2007-05-14T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:54:37.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Sin City</title><content type='html'>First billed actors' names flash over and over in a title sequence that seems to go on forever which was preceded by the perfect introduction to the work of Frank Miller. That girl on that balcony, Josh Hartnett's smooth but tragic tone, nothing fools the viewer into expecting anything less than  the somewhat high-brow noir presented for the rest of the 124 minute graphic novel extravaganza. The big names give way to interesting stories that are watchable if not enjoyable. The obvious thing to comment on is the use of (or lack of rather) colour. I think a good job was done, and in my mind pressing pause at any point appears to represent the style of the novels to near perfection; to the extent that the extreme violence and "adult themes" fade into the visual treat being served. Perhaps the danger here is of style suppressing substance- but as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;, when it looks this good, I just don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1181206896955929591?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1181206896955929591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1181206896955929591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1181206896955929591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1181206896955929591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/05/sin-city.html' title='Sin City'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-846476135298943688</id><published>2007-05-14T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:43:45.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie 2</title><content type='html'>Those crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wayans&lt;/span&gt; brothers at it again, but this was, in my opinion the last decent film they made. Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt; knows what these films are all about, stupid hilarity with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nonsensical&lt;/span&gt; plots spliced with topical humour and gags that make you want to, well, gag. She knows it well, and hence her performance is brilliant. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt; makes this worthwhile. Little can be said of the others, I can't even remember their names, besides Tim Curry who was a creepy man then and remains so now. Being so specific to recent films and news, the jokes will age about as well as the franchise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt;, if you want a quiet laugh and a chance to flex your horror film knowledge, this is a movie for you, probably only you. Hell, just watch the opening scene with James Woods. Funny is an understatement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-846476135298943688?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/846476135298943688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=846476135298943688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/846476135298943688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/846476135298943688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/05/scary-movie-2.html' title='Scary Movie 2'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4043620459756561058</id><published>2007-05-09T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:00:58.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Life in a... Metro</title><content type='html'>The screening of this Indian film I saw was not the final cut and didn't have the final soundtrack, nor did it feature any background noise. Saying then that this is a review of the film is not 100% correct, but I'll give you an impression of what I did see. Hovering in a genre caught between traditional Bollywood and cinema as we know it in the West, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metro&lt;/span&gt; tries to appeal to a wide audience. The trouble is I can imagine it alienating Indian viewers with it's discussion of sex and lust, infidelity and corruption- while repelling western audiences because most of this serious film is laughable. It's not unknown that Bollywood and Hollywood have different ideas about what makes a good film, so at any of the many many points in the film when the three-man band come into shot and start wailing while the foreground displays a montage of characters' situations it becomes ever harder to take the film seriously. So much so that it was excruciating for occupants of the screening room to try to quell our laughter. Shilpa Shetty is this film's most well known actor outside of India, but her acting here doesn't support the fame she found through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Big Brother&lt;/span&gt;, and of the rest of the cast, only Sharman Joshi puts in a notable performance. Anurag Basu certainly doesn't lack ambition (this is the first Indian film to achieve a Leicester Square premier, even if it is on a Tuesday evening while the cinema is being refurbished and without any movie posters) but I have an inkling that the film will be lost on non-Asian audiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4043620459756561058?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4043620459756561058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4043620459756561058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4043620459756561058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4043620459756561058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-in-metro.html' title='Life in a... Metro'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1638471256165072323</id><published>2007-04-21T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:45:00.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Beerfest</title><content type='html'>How could the same group of people that wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Club Dread&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Troopers&lt;/span&gt;, and now&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beerfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I don't know, but Broken Lizard's most recent romp is a high point on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; of their portfolio. A guilty pleasure like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eurotrip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, this film lacks the high quality finish of the hot Hollywood comedies from the likes of Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt; and more recently Will Ferrell and his gang. You can't take a second of it seriously and you shouldn't want to. From the very first disclaimer "If you try to drink this much beer: YOU WILL DIE" to the final showdown, this is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;laughfest&lt;/span&gt; that doesn't stop. Lizard poke fun at all sorts, including themselves and their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;filmmaking&lt;/span&gt;. And the cameos, including Donald Sutherland, are well placed and not relied upon. Having lived many years in Germany, and England, the accents did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; me a little, but most of the time I was laughing too much to worry. Now I suppose I'll have to watch it sober and see if I agree with myself.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1638471256165072323?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1638471256165072323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1638471256165072323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1638471256165072323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1638471256165072323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/04/beerfest.html' title='Beerfest'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8179161542013547038</id><published>2007-04-21T12:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:11:48.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Four Weddings and a Funeral</title><content type='html'>After 13 years of hype I thought I'd better give it a go. And I'm glad I did. Now whenever someone starts praising the merits of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four Weddings&lt;/span&gt; I can argue back instead of just sit there and shrug. Richard Curtis is a clever man. His more recent television and film work has been great, especially the wonderful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four Weddings&lt;/span&gt;, however, is a different matter.  Don't get me wrong, there is nothing I find offensive about this film, well, besides Andie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacDowell's&lt;/span&gt; acting (happy 49th birthday Andie, by the way), I just don't find it as emotionally stimulating as I'd heard it was. The plot seemed quite airy and the comedy served not as an enchanting way to progress the story, but more as a saving grace from the story. Yes, the funeral was sad, but (without giving too much away) I feel that the character who passed on, and the subsequent loss suffered, was too remote for the audience, not well enough developed to really provoke any real emotion. Nor could I relate to the feelings of the typically bumbling Hugh Grant character. Perhaps this film, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; made in the early '90s) belongs there, in what is increasingly revealing itself as having been a very different time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8179161542013547038?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8179161542013547038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8179161542013547038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8179161542013547038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8179161542013547038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/04/four-weddings-and-funeral.html' title='Four Weddings and a Funeral'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3022612504117172438</id><published>2007-04-21T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-21T12:32:00.636Z</updated><title type='text'>The Prestige</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prestige&lt;/span&gt; is a near perfect mystery thriller. And possibly one of the most difficult films to review without giving the game away. The problem is that the final few scenes reveal, to me, information that totally flattens all of the thrills&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the film up until those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;revelations&lt;/span&gt;. I believe that even I could rewrite the last couple of pages of the script and make a more fulfilling story. As I said, up until the end the film is a gorgeous weave of twisting and interlocking mysteries and thrills. Both Christian Bale and Hugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jackman&lt;/span&gt; bring life to their roles as I can't imagine other actors could. A lavish and clever glimpse of a time and society that fascinates me no end, the film takes you into the minds of the characters with many levels and dark depths. Overall I did really enjoy this movie, but illusion was always just that. I'll say no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3022612504117172438?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3022612504117172438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3022612504117172438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3022612504117172438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3022612504117172438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/04/prestige.html' title='The Prestige'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-219205879097103899</id><published>2007-04-21T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:53:13.235Z</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Than Fiction</title><content type='html'>Will Ferrell in shock serious film! What may have been billed as a light comedy tumbles impressively into a very well thought out philosophical mind bender. Ferrell again proves that his game extends way beyond first man of funny, and the supporting cast are also faultless. I especially enjoyed the scenes Ferrell shares with Dustin Hoffman, in which the intelligence of Zach Helm's story becomes apparent. Impressive from start to finish, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stranger Than Fiction&lt;/span&gt; only lacks the extra amount of quirkiness that would propel it up among the likes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Malkovich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-219205879097103899?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/219205879097103899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=219205879097103899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/219205879097103899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/219205879097103899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/04/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger Than Fiction'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4960262036458586567</id><published>2007-04-14T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-14T16:00:27.454Z</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom of Heaven</title><content type='html'>I really don't see why so many people dislike this film. Okay, so it's nothing new, historical epics have been around for a long time and this one just happens to be about the crusades. Far more than just an excuse for big battles and bloody slaying, the attempt to draw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parallels&lt;/span&gt; between two religions that are to this day oft pitted against each other, at a time when social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt; is very much needed is an intelligent and timely vision. I'm in no position to speculate how much of an effect this had on viewers perception of religious relationships, but I can certainly say it made me think and struck me as an almost socially sensible piece of cinema. The acting was fine. People slate Orlando Bloom, but his performances and the those of the supporting cast were only let down by some dodgy dialogue. It is interesting to see Eva Green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-Vesper, and accent aside she does a fine job. Although this is more than just warfare, and at times the warfare is portrayed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ludicrous&lt;/span&gt; overkill, the single greatest parts of this film are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ridley&lt;/span&gt; Scott's trademark scenes of beautiful slaughter; slow motion close combat surrounded by the baking dust in front of a glowing setting sun. There is a five minute fight scene in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kingdom &lt;/span&gt;that I'd say rivals those in the mightily stylised &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4960262036458586567?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4960262036458586567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4960262036458586567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4960262036458586567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4960262036458586567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/04/kingdom-of-heaven.html' title='Kingdom of Heaven'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1525546965864262890</id><published>2007-04-14T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:38:23.142Z</updated><title type='text'>Lord of War</title><content type='html'>Little more than just a light hearted, poor-man's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of War&lt;/span&gt; manages to be politely informative despite it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hollywoodisation&lt;/span&gt; of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;damning&lt;/span&gt; industry. Although the figures, the methods and the ease of the arms dealer's job may be off, the resounding message that gun-running is a bad thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; through. Nicolas Cage walks through yet another movie playing himself, or at least the character he has become through a succession of jobs playing cynical, laid back, smug and at times miserable leads in average movies. (Picture him sighing with a smile and you've seen the extent of his acting in this one) Luckily supporting actor Jared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leto&lt;/span&gt; is good enough alongside Cage to save the audience from losing interest. I'd say this is worth a watch, it passes time and that women from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, Robot&lt;/span&gt; is slightly less moody (perhaps this is just acting next to Cage?) which is nice. Don't expect too much depth, but fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cynicism&lt;/span&gt; are on the cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1525546965864262890?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1525546965864262890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1525546965864262890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1525546965864262890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1525546965864262890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/04/lord-of-war.html' title='Lord of War'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-6988839687991236461</id><published>2007-04-14T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:25:24.702Z</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita</title><content type='html'>I'll admit that this is the first Fellini film I've watched, and that out of context I'm a little bewildered. I'm sure if you know a lot about high society and their exploits in the late '50s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dolce&lt;/span&gt; Vita&lt;/span&gt; makes a little more sense. That said, I adore the surreal party scenes as well as the constant shaming of the press featured in the film. I thought the film was too long, especially after featuring Anita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ekberg&lt;/span&gt; close to the start (the part of the film most casual viewers knew about before pressing play) before she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt; and fails to return. The final five minutes on the beach make great cinema, but could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt; from the exclusion of the 40 before. Still, some of the brilliant cinematography (most striking is the helicopter's shadow at the start) survives the 174 minute run-time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-6988839687991236461?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/6988839687991236461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=6988839687991236461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6988839687991236461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6988839687991236461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-dolce-vita.html' title='La Dolce Vita'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-695128078126174977</id><published>2007-04-01T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:47:12.617Z</updated><title type='text'>Serenity</title><content type='html'>Sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; is quite a specific genre and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenity &lt;/span&gt;is quite a specific film. In great contrast with the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CGI&lt;/span&gt; feast I sat through (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;), this movie relied far too much on computer cut scenes which were not good enough to distract me from the wholly plausible yet equally boring and unoriginal plot. A boring plot can be saved by great dialogue, but unfortunately this was not the case here. Nothing about this film struck me as noteworthy or new, and I had trouble watching to the end. The acting and action were nearly as predictable as the storyline and plot twists. All in all, some good, yet ultimately pointless flowing space-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scapes&lt;/span&gt; were let down by the movie they were attached to. If you liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenity&lt;/span&gt; you probably knew you would before you thought about watching it. This film had an audience before its conception, but I'm not part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-695128078126174977?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/695128078126174977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=695128078126174977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/695128078126174977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/695128078126174977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/04/serenity.html' title='Serenity'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5995514180275602605</id><published>2007-03-27T01:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:19:25.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Voyage</title><content type='html'>This insanely educational '60s flick is entertainment as I haven't experienced it in the past. At the time the height of visual effects and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cinematographical&lt;/span&gt; wizardry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantastic Voyage&lt;/span&gt; must have thrilled audiences forty years ago. Even today the plot makes sense and the acting is good. What makes this fun to watch, however, is a combination of Raquel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Welch&lt;/span&gt; and the delightfully subtle sexist overtone of the film, as only films of the 1960s could have. Watch it while drinking, and point out how much the medical advances of the past forty years have debunked this altogether quite satisfying spectacle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5995514180275602605?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5995514180275602605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5995514180275602605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5995514180275602605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5995514180275602605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/fantastic-voyage.html' title='Fantastic Voyage'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5932204102373494678</id><published>2007-03-26T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:30:21.925Z</updated><title type='text'>Harold &amp; Kumar Go to White Castle</title><content type='html'>Film can take many shapes, and obviously if I judged this against film in general these comments would not be complimentary. However, when viewed strictly as the late teen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comedy&lt;/span&gt; it's seemingly trying to be it's not all bad. Reminding me most of movies like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dude, Where's My Car&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cho&lt;/span&gt; and Penn's quest for a greasy sack of arguably the States' most disgusting burgers (they're called 'sliders' for a reason) is at times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;genuinely&lt;/span&gt; funny, at times a clever satire on casual racism in suburban America and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; at times as presumptuous as to make you want to punch the screen. Confidence is important in a comedy, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harold &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; come across a little too demanding. When the laughs and lows are balanced, we're left with a very average comedy, and a less than great film. I hope they can improve with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harold &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;, due next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5932204102373494678?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5932204102373494678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5932204102373494678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5932204102373494678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5932204102373494678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/harold-kumar-go-to-white-castle.html' title='Harold &amp; Kumar Go to White Castle'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-316928680734030191</id><published>2007-03-24T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:24:36.718Z</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>This movie was everything I hoped it would be, and nothing more. Having seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt;, another adaptation of a Frank Miller graphic novel, I didn't expect great dialogue, great acting, or even a great plot. What I did expect was a breathtakingly stunning visual experience that pushes cinematography to the limits; and that's exactly what I got. You shouldn't see this film if you're after any sort of historical or social commentary, and certainly not if you're adverse to extreme grotesque violence. Think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; in the same vein as the Chinese productions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hero, House of Flying Daggers&lt;/span&gt; and the likes: Here we have little more than a reincarnation of an ancient myth through the eyes of a modern artist. It's also a refreshing change to see violence with a backdrop of fantasy rather than the very real violence in current social dramas. Escapist cinema at its pinnacle, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300 &lt;/span&gt;is stylish in the extreme with intense beauty and extended slow motion shots that are shockingly overwhelming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-316928680734030191?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/316928680734030191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=316928680734030191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/316928680734030191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/316928680734030191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2091507042906052580</id><published>2007-03-20T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:09:12.657Z</updated><title type='text'>I Want Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Pie&lt;/span&gt; meets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl Next Door&lt;/span&gt; in the middle England suburbs... Throw Carmen Electra into the mix and you arrive at this (it really shouldn't be) funny film. While marketed as decidedly British (an Ealing Studios picture) the film comes across as a carbon copy of recent colonial comedy.  Electra plays the world's best porn star well, but really brings little more than another hot woman to a another comic role, as if taking on the mighty Pamela Anderson herself for the accolade of best breasts in a supporting role. Eddie Marsan, the guy who played the rich grass in  last year's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miami Vice &lt;/span&gt;is a perfect film industry crook. His scenes really make the movie more enjoyable. The music was heading for total disaster with a Mel C. cover of 'I Want Candy' but was redeemed by Art Brut over the end credits. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; felt like it had a bigger budget, and should do well with fans of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pie&lt;/span&gt;. The film does, however, lack some originality. But, I think Electra sums it up: "This could be really fun." ...and it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2091507042906052580?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2091507042906052580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2091507042906052580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2091507042906052580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2091507042906052580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-candy.html' title='I Want Candy'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2999870262096877782</id><published>2007-03-19T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:47:04.695Z</updated><title type='text'>The Thin Red Line</title><content type='html'>... which I'm told is nothing to do with Kabbalah, was, I'm afraid to say, a disappointment. I was much looking forward to this and foresaw myself typing a glowing review stating its cinematic mastery no end. Unfortunately that's what the film felt like for the final hour... no end. Quite possibly one of the most slowly progressing films I've seen, at least something happens. It's a shame it happens after nearly 30 minutes of jumping from character to surplus character establishing references which won't mean anything as they die, fecklessly, one-by-one at the hands of the Japanese, with a little help from their CO. So this film has a snail's pace, and I'm surprised no shots of snails were used, as just about all conceivable exotic jungle-dwellers got their five minutes. I understand the comparison being made between human-nature and nature-nature, but after a while this imagery gets tiring. The only things outnumbering exotic animals were Hollywood stars. I found the famous faces distracted me from the characters, and cameos such as George Clooney's were totally unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I care to criticize the 'what' of the film, the 'how' is almost untouchable. The technical execution of this film is first rate. The shots are beautifully constructed and the sound and effects are spot on. If only the same could be said for the score. Hans Zimmer's droning repetitive theme was too prevalent to be so boring. I'm sure in its original form - as a novel by James Jones - this circumstance and its subsequent lessons for humanity are inspiring and clear. But when the mess of characters, separate stories, flashbacks and grief are translated to the screen we're left with a film I really wanted to end about an hour before it did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2999870262096877782?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2999870262096877782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2999870262096877782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2999870262096877782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2999870262096877782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/thin-red-line.html' title='The Thin Red Line'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-7168829462181955562</id><published>2007-03-18T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:20:55.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Geisha</title><content type='html'>My second viewing of this lush visual feast was as much a treat as my first. Focusing more on the costumes and sets that make this such a stunning spectacle I agree with AMPAS' Oscar decisions. The casting is certainly also of note: Although Chinese stars playing Japanese characters (in English) may have upset purists, the casting of the young actors makes their progression into Ziyi Zhang and  Youki Kudoh seamless and believable. I wish that this had used the Japanese language with English subtitles, but I understand that the constraints of Hollywood would render such impossible. I still haven't read the book, but I'll watch the film again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-7168829462181955562?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/7168829462181955562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=7168829462181955562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7168829462181955562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7168829462181955562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='Memoirs of a Geisha'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3736195991972207562</id><published>2007-03-17T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:09:10.952Z</updated><title type='text'>Pan's Labyrinth</title><content type='html'>Ofelia, played excellently by relative unknown Ivana Baqeuro, creates a fantasy of fauns and fairies to make sense of the brutality of the Spanish civil war. This is shown masterfully by writer and director Guillermo del Toro through extreme violence and the innocence of Ofelia herself. del Toro uses the mother's pregnancy to display the devotion and kindness of the innocent girl trapped in a harsh world of conflict. Not that the fantasy is a safer place: the creatures of the make-believe are extensions of reality. Scary and dark, their power to control Ofelia is perhaps more a danger to her than her actual surroundings. Some of the imagery was overused, anyone with sixth grade biology would get annoyed at the repetitive visual references to pregnancy. Nonetheless, what ensues is an emotionally captivating tale which doesn't fail to impress in most aspects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3736195991972207562?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3736195991972207562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3736195991972207562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3736195991972207562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3736195991972207562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/pans-labyrinth.html' title='Pan&apos;s Labyrinth'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-9198882486534513821</id><published>2007-03-14T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:02:41.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Bus Stop</title><content type='html'>I was shocked to learn that this was Marilyn Monroe's 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; film appearance. Not knowing what to expect (this was my first foray into the cinema of the quintessential &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;), I sat back to take in what turned out to be nothing more than another example of the dull story that has settled in our minds as the ultimate decade defining cinema &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;é. As for Monroe, I hope and pray that she was using a one-off accent for her portrayal of Cherie, the (would you believe it) orphaned and abused young 'gal' heading out west to find stardom. Her look maybe iconic, but here she looked plain ill walking around with tanned cowboys in the Arizona sun. Maybe in 1956 the whole thing was more believable, and audiences didn't mind hearing one song (that written for the film) sung over and over at every opportunity. I'm expecting better things from my next Monroe viewing. They sure don't make 'em like they used to... Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-9198882486534513821?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/9198882486534513821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=9198882486534513821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9198882486534513821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9198882486534513821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/bus-stop.html' title='Bus Stop'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1435513675797486464</id><published>2007-03-13T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:48:31.088Z</updated><title type='text'>Separate Lies</title><content type='html'>Fascinating characters and an intriguing story ensure this is a thoroughly decent film.  It's made a great film by stellar performances by the principle actors; Tom Wilkinson especially. The film cleverly allows the audience a deeper look beyond the veneer of nonchalance of the traditionally guarded monied English, which uncovers the characters' terrific depth and invites us to really understand James Manning (Wilkinson) from his own (somewhat unexpected) point of view. The emphasis on character does distract from the other aspects of the film, but  is certainly not hiding anything. The sets are spot on, in particular the country village - 'quaint' is an understatement. This is exactly what films of the genre should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1435513675797486464?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1435513675797486464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1435513675797486464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1435513675797486464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1435513675797486464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/separate-lies.html' title='Separate Lies'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-6421618067883749766</id><published>2007-03-13T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:26:40.047Z</updated><title type='text'>Flags of Our Fathers</title><content type='html'>Being the first war film I've seen in a while, this certainly impressed me with its sensitive and atmospheric battle scenes. From a decent build up and explosive beach landing (still nothing has outdone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/span&gt;) the film slowed a little too dramatically into another cynical look at the commercialisation of war, and the commodification of heroes. Essentially the story of an image hijacked for the war effort, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flags&lt;/span&gt; does give a useful insight into the purpose and power of positive propaganda. Ryan Phillippe stood out for not standing out, playing his character as no more than a character. Clint Eastwood's decision not to make him a 'star' pays dividends as Phillippe's subtle performance brings sincerity to the whole project. I cannot fault the 1940s segments, the sets, action, acting and story were well conceived. In my mind it is a shame that these were ever so slightly let down by over-sentimentality and a pushy message towards the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-6421618067883749766?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/6421618067883749766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=6421618067883749766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6421618067883749766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6421618067883749766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/flags-of-our-fathers.html' title='Flags of Our Fathers'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5810452743654849169</id><published>2007-03-10T23:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:56:00.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Prime</title><content type='html'>Billed as a romantic comedy but seriously more of a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;romdram&lt;/span&gt;' if there is such a thing; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prime&lt;/span&gt; is one of many many films of this genre about unfortunate rich Jewish families in New York being less than pleased with their kid's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nonkosher&lt;/span&gt; choice of partner. This one's gimmick is the therapist-patient relationship between the Jewish mother and the unsuspecting, heathen, middle-aged object of her young son's Jewish affections. Although this situation makes for less laughs than you might think, it does allow Meryl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Streep&lt;/span&gt; to bring a quality to the picture that others have lacked. Besides the 'meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bloombergs&lt;/span&gt;' scene, this film isn't very funny- So, does it make up for this in story and substance? Yes and no. The plot discovers some of the hardships of relationships with age gaps, and handles them well only to fall prey to the common 'will they-won't they' trap of every other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;romcom&lt;/span&gt;. That said, the ending is intelligent and won't leave you feeling short changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5810452743654849169?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5810452743654849169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5810452743654849169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5810452743654849169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5810452743654849169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/prime_10.html' title='Prime'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2236912079042565814</id><published>2007-03-06T02:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:41:47.729Z</updated><title type='text'>S.S. Doomtrooper</title><content type='html'>What did I honestly expect with this title? From the moment I saw the war room, complete with plastic toy soldiers on the situation map, and the extra failing to figure out the typewriter, I knew I was in trouble. The premise wasn't quite enough to put me off; in a sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; flick an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nazi&lt;/span&gt; created using 'atomic radiation' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;destroying&lt;/span&gt; everything could be plausible. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; have even made a decent film. But, whereas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sky Captain&lt;/span&gt; turned exaggerated Nazi ingenuity into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CGI&lt;/span&gt; spectacular, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doomtrooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is doomed from the first glimpse of the product of mad German science. With graphics to shame a car-insurance ad, this film is awful in its most crucial aspect. The 'thing' is disjointed, discoloured and appears to float above the ground, walking as though on soap reminiscent of the fledgling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CGI&lt;/span&gt; of old. The acting is grade 'A' TV ham, and the storyline is as good as the attention to detail - which is stupid. Bad acting/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CGI&lt;/span&gt;/effects/music/script aside... wait, then there's nothing left. This is a true disaster movie: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; in every frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2236912079042565814?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2236912079042565814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2236912079042565814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2236912079042565814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2236912079042565814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/ss-doomtrooper.html' title='S.S. Doomtrooper'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5292773282720564631</id><published>2007-02-27T03:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:17:22.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Thumbsucker</title><content type='html'>This film isn't as bad as you'd think a movie that made back less than half of its $4 million budget at the cinema should be. What markets itself as a quirky indie flick concerning (as the title might suggest) a thumb sucker, soon reveals itself to be part 'coming-of-age' part social commentary on the over-medication of American youth. Oddly enough it works. The story is engaging and realistic, it doesn't get carried away trying to point out how cool it is, because after all: it's an indie film, and you can't get cooler than that. It's not afraid to employ big names like Keanu Reeves and Tilda Swinton because they bring talent, not tabloid. One downside is the soundtrack: performed entirely by The Polyphonic Spree. Their sickeningly light marshmallow fluff wailing  chosen, I guess, because the producers had $100 left that they needed for Starbucks and The 'Polies' accepted payment in unicorn horns or some such nonsense. Also, watch out for the suitably bizarre way half of Hollywood is thanked in the credits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5292773282720564631?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5292773282720564631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5292773282720564631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5292773282720564631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5292773282720564631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/thumbsucker.html' title='Thumbsucker'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4392782372387477198</id><published>2007-02-26T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T02:09:35.468Z</updated><title type='text'>Enemy at the Gates</title><content type='html'>Already thinking snipers are the most fascinating members of the armed forces made this an exciting watch. The first half of the film is an excellent tense thriller, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt; game where one false move will send a rifle round through your skull. The second half follows suit only after you've stripped away the ideology and romance. The movie's weak point is that it tries a bit too hard to be both a historical epic and a love story; when all it really needed to be was a one-on-one duel between the two ace sharpshooters. The effects are gritty and feel real, as does the acting. The cast of well-known actors don't take away from the characters, with the exception of Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Weisz&lt;/span&gt; who looked a little too clean for Stalingrad in the early '40s (but I'd rather that than if she were all muddy). Watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enemy at the Gates&lt;/span&gt; and feel the isolation, the confidence and the at times heart-stopping tension that snipers experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4392782372387477198?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4392782372387477198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4392782372387477198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4392782372387477198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4392782372387477198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/enemy-at-gates.html' title='Enemy at the Gates'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8945555249187080463</id><published>2007-02-25T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:55:33.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Writers</title><content type='html'>This is an interesting true story about an interesting teacher who had the misfortune to change lives of LA kids in the '90s. I'm not saying anything against her, it's just the backdrop has been done and done so much that the film amounts to little more than a mixture of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyz n the Hood&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dangerous Minds&lt;/span&gt; with a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Poets Society&lt;/span&gt; thrown in. This is a shame because the acting is decent, the story warrants being told and the film making is in no way offensive. Not soft enough to be a TV movie, but not hard enough to thrill adult audiences, the film struggles to define itself. Emotion and sentiment to choke a horse appeal to a younger audience, which in turn might have trouble appreciating the politics of the school district. And I'm sure the use of the Holocaust to put the plight of LA into perspective will be misconstrued as a likening in the minds of many. This is the story of a great woman(albeit one from the O.C.), tragically let down by the myriad of similar films about similar philantrophic heroines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8945555249187080463?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8945555249187080463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8945555249187080463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8945555249187080463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8945555249187080463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/freedom-writers.html' title='Freedom Writers'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1770596230553584503</id><published>2007-02-25T02:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:06:29.453Z</updated><title type='text'>The Talented Mr. Ripley</title><content type='html'>This is an excellent film that develops an intelligently complex plot that ensures anyone must watch its entirety. Matt Damon brings to Ripley an innocence so defined that the character's Jekyll and Hyde are easy to believe. Damon is certainly not alone as far as good acting is concerned; no single member of the cast is anything less than wholly adequate in refreshingly well performed roles. Jude Law's lovable smugness suits 'Dickie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Greenleaf&lt;/span&gt;' no end, and Philip Seymour Hoffman's snobbish and brash 'Freddie' is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;likable&lt;/span&gt; enough to make him my favourite character. The locations used effortlessly capture the dying years of a beautiful Italy before mass tourism &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swept&lt;/span&gt; in, the stunning rivieras and swinging jazz festivals take the audience to a place we can only dream of today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ripley&lt;/span&gt; should have you hooked in the first ten minutes, and keeps you thinking throughout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1770596230553584503?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1770596230553584503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1770596230553584503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1770596230553584503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1770596230553584503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/talented-mr-ripley.html' title='The Talented Mr. Ripley'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4336592466967219618</id><published>2007-02-23T02:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:41:59.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Children of Men</title><content type='html'>By far the most convincing 'World's gone to hell' vision of the near future I've seen to date. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Children of Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shows that finally, with the right budget and technology, broken civilisations can be portrayed in a way that isn't tacky and ridiculous. More than just chilling sets (from a fascist London to a brutal refugee camp crafted from an entire town), the film stuns with its very well executed cinematography. Impossibly long flowing shots follow the lead actor as if the camera is documenting only his encounters. Clive Owen gives another great performance and convinced me that he was the only man for the job. The story was inventive, but lacked depth. It did, however, allow for some amazing entanglements and clever dialogue. This is a glimpse of a scarily possible future; disturbing, yet extravagantly well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4336592466967219618?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4336592466967219618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4336592466967219618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4336592466967219618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4336592466967219618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/children-of-men.html' title='Children of Men'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8315972893498307674</id><published>2007-02-19T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:51:38.609Z</updated><title type='text'>Hot Fuzz</title><content type='html'>Simon Pegg and his team have followed up their excellent 2004 'zom-com' with this equally brilliant yet more mature action thriller. The writer's observations on typical police genre films are used with great effect on screen. The usual big guns of brit-com are rolled out in the first few minutes and joined later by a faultless cast, including the legendary Timothy Dalton whose villain is far more convincing than his Bond ever was. The build up to the highly anticipated firearm frenzy was a little too long, but from the moment Pegg's character kicks an old shotgun wielding granny in the face, I knew it was all worth it. The murders were suitably gruesome, and balanced well by the sentimental 'homage' scenes. The CGI blood could have looked better, but was luckily not over used. I was certainly looking forward to seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Fuzz&lt;/span&gt;, and I feel satisfied even if it took a while for the Peggedness to kick in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8315972893498307674?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8315972893498307674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8315972893498307674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8315972893498307674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8315972893498307674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/hot-fuzz.html' title='Hot Fuzz'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-6966699082517492935</id><published>2007-02-15T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:57:10.977Z</updated><title type='text'>The Virgin Suicides</title><content type='html'>Watching this film in company, I was amazed at how different it felt. Without letting the film saturate my every thought and drown me in the tragically beautiful story, I noticed more of the acting and cinematography. James Woods impressed, as did Hanna Hall. Shockingly enough, this viewing also makes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/span&gt; the third ever novel that I want to read having watched the movie. I usually keep my preconceptions of characters and setting far away from the previously penned pages of the source material, but this retelling of the story is done so beautifully that I just have to see how much Jeffrey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eugenides&lt;/span&gt; work contributed. I'd like to thank my sister for having been totally in love with Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hartnett&lt;/span&gt;; without that love I never would have watched on a whim and discovered one of my all time favourites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-6966699082517492935?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/6966699082517492935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=6966699082517492935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6966699082517492935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6966699082517492935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/virgin-suicides.html' title='The Virgin Suicides'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4160352179902237702</id><published>2007-02-13T02:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:02:20.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Wittgenstein</title><content type='html'>It's good to see that Wittgenstein was almost as confused by his philosophies as I am. I thought watching this might help me in my Philosophy of Law class, but presenting the great man's work must clearly not have been the intention of the film makers. Instead what we have here is an interesting look at key points in Wittgenstein's life, which fails, however, to account for why they are so important. My first foray into this 'modern theatrical' style of film (think bold colours on a totally black background), I can see how the technique can be used to emphasise the dialogue used, crucial in a biopic about a man who devoted his life to understanding language. This fine stroll through the life of the Austrian genius may entertain those with a knowledge of his work, but an introduction to Wittgenstein it is not. Still I learnt that he shared a history teacher with Adolf Hitler. At one point when he was asked how he would continue his life he remarked: "I shall start by committing suicide."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4160352179902237702?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4160352179902237702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4160352179902237702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4160352179902237702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4160352179902237702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/wittgenstein.html' title='Wittgenstein'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-6973018017699339803</id><published>2007-02-12T03:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T03:52:42.042Z</updated><title type='text'>A Zed &amp; Two Noughts</title><content type='html'>I am getting the feeling that Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Greenaway&lt;/span&gt; might have held some interesting company in the 1980s. This film, which follows two brothers mourning the loss of their wives by sleeping with the amputee driver of the car in which they died while recording the decay of various species of animals, is strange. I take that back,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong class="title"&gt;½&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Women&lt;/span&gt; was strange, this is ridiculous and disturbing. Besides being an insult to thousands of people unlucky enough to have lost a spouse, the cold treatment of grief is insensitive and totally unbelievable. I'm not sure of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Greenaway&lt;/span&gt; was trying to achieve with this story, but if a high school student submitted it they would most certainly be sent away for psycho analysis.  The frequent liberal nudity is suppressed by the footage of actual decaying animals; the prawns and alligator I could handle, but the swan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dalmatian&lt;/span&gt; and zebra were not as well endured. The protagonist brothers only add to the feeling that the whole thing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;implausible&lt;/span&gt;. Their acting is dull and dry, with most of their dialogue delivered in loud short bursts, the over-indulged, self-centered characters distancing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; from its audience further. I'm all for bizarre cinema, some of it can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; inspiring. This isn't, to me it's pointless; a sentiment reflected in the brothers' final action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-6973018017699339803?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/6973018017699339803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=6973018017699339803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6973018017699339803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6973018017699339803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/zed-two-noughts.html' title='A Zed &amp; Two Noughts'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8736754826648112855</id><published>2007-02-11T03:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:15:49.510Z</updated><title type='text'>The Producers</title><content type='html'>Delightfully Mel Brooks at every turn, the 2005 remake still delivers the shocking hilarity of the original. I had the pleasure of seeing the West End production with Nathan Lane and Lee Evans which I enjoyed immensely. Seeing the same as a film removes the atmosphere and rawness that made the stage show such a hit with me. Broderick was right for the film, but I feel that zany Evans better suited the stage. I have to say also that of the scenes in the movie, the staged sequences lifted from the show were the best. Brooks' lyrics may often defy taste but score much laughter nonetheless, and I will have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Springtime for Hitler&lt;/span&gt; stuck in my head for at least a week. My recommendation is to catch the West End or Broadway shows if you can. If you can't, the film is still a fun watch not to be taken too seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8736754826648112855?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8736754826648112855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8736754826648112855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8736754826648112855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8736754826648112855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/producers.html' title='The Producers'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-9066629587305702211</id><published>2007-02-10T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:14:31.858Z</updated><title type='text'>Casshern</title><content type='html'>I may never fully understand the story, and I may never keep track of the allegiances of the characters, but my goodness can I enjoy this film. Visually stunning from the outset, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casshern&lt;/span&gt;, which employs the same look and technique as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, proves that technology is no longer a limiting feature in the transcription from vast imagination to screen. The plot is revealed very slowly in a lengthy introduction that could cause some to switch off, but the promise and delivery of explosive action rewards those who aren't put off by the typically Japanese gush of sentiment. The story progresses into a whirlwind of conspiracy, genetics, mechanics, humanity and even divinity set in a dark near-future existence plagued by industrial scarring and disease following a bleak reprise of Japan's imperial intentions. This film in no way submits to classic movie formulae, and I'm sure the director (who was also writer, editor and cinematographer) was allowed an unprecedented amount of freedom to create this visual masterpiece. The final message is drawn out, and the music is in my opinion a little misplaced, but in its niche this is one of the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-9066629587305702211?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/9066629587305702211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=9066629587305702211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9066629587305702211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9066629587305702211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/casshern.html' title='Casshern'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-76354155782467219</id><published>2007-02-04T23:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:14:08.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamond</title><content type='html'>While the 47% of my readership in the USA were most probably getting ready for their Superbowl parties, I was back at the cinema watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Diamond &lt;/span&gt;again. Prepared for what I was seeing, the film was no easier to watch, but then it shouldn't be. The images remain as powerful the second time round. Knowing the story, I was able to focus more on the excellent cinematography which utilises Africa's natural beauty. I would like to see the film again without it's score. I find the emotional scenes a little too forced with the soft piano, and the 'action' sequences far too celebrated by the music. I feel the very real sound of the gunfire alone would have been more effective. I only hope audiences don't shrug off the disturbing scenes as 'just a movie'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-76354155782467219?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/76354155782467219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=76354155782467219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/76354155782467219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/76354155782467219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/blood-diamond.html' title='Blood Diamond'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-7829531485526318238</id><published>2007-02-03T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:51:43.081Z</updated><title type='text'>Oliver Twist</title><content type='html'>Roman Polanski's vision of Charles Dickens' tale takes to the screen in a smooth and stylish way that so many classics have not. Leaving the story in context and creating a wholly believable world for the orphan boy's tribulations pays off, as this film feels authentic, almost a genuine glance into the pages of the book itself. Certainly no bed time story, the dark and sinister sides of some characters are amplified on celluloid by the use of silhouettes in damp mist, and gloomy rooms illuminated only with slithers of natural light. Certainly the best adaptation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/span&gt; I've had the joy of seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-7829531485526318238?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/7829531485526318238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=7829531485526318238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7829531485526318238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7829531485526318238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/oliver-twist.html' title='Oliver Twist'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8841441665890860134</id><published>2007-02-02T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:52:54.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Team America: World Police</title><content type='html'>It's amazing what you can do with puppets, scaled sets, talented writers and the foreign policy of the United States. Insensitive, incorrect and insulting it may be, but when a film is as ridiculous as this I really don't care. I focus on the genius: the wit of the intelligent comedy, the timing of the crude. This movie targets everyone, and garners more hilarity because of who it seems to upset the most. Funny on many levels, this is a foul-mouthed, tongue-in-cheek take on a not so removed political climate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8841441665890860134?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8841441665890860134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8841441665890860134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8841441665890860134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8841441665890860134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/team-america-world-police.html' title='Team America: World Police'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3085188903902473660</id><published>2007-02-02T03:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T03:17:06.517Z</updated><title type='text'>Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo</title><content type='html'>As funny as your friend's head on a spike and about as gross, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deuce &lt;/span&gt;fails to satisfy in this why-did-they-bother sequel. The attempts at comedy are crude and when not fully expected, stumbled and cringe-worthy. Any Englishman should hang his head in shame at the number British 'B' and 'C' list 'celebrities' that whored themselves to this mess. Far from a redeeming attribute, but nonetheless the only thing that stopped me right-click-deleting at the half way point was Hanna Verboom, the token Dutch beauty who might have been making waves in the industry had she not tragically taken a role in this film. Just don't, people. Just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. The only thing I take away from this film (besides the knowledge to never watch it again) is the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deuce Bigalow: Excuse me, but in America, we don't allow smoking in aquariums. &lt;br /&gt; Frenchman: Excuse me, but in Europe, we don't unilaterally invade another country just to steal their oil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3085188903902473660?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3085188903902473660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3085188903902473660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3085188903902473660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3085188903902473660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/02/deuce-bigalow-european-gigolo.html' title='Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4926469008228789021</id><published>2007-01-31T02:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:52:40.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Broken Flowers</title><content type='html'>Each of the annoying fades to black had me hoping the film would cease to continue. I concede that Bill Murray fulfilled his acting duty well; he is very very good at keeping the same depressed look on his face from scene to scene, only occasionally substituting it for unenthusiastic &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disillusionment&lt;/span&gt;. The cinematography was as exciting as Murray, and the loose and thinly sprinkled soundtrack made the film feel &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unnecessarily&lt;/span&gt; slow. The existentialism didn't have me questioning why I'm here, more why I'm watching this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4926469008228789021?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4926469008228789021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4926469008228789021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4926469008228789021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4926469008228789021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/broken-flowers.html' title='Broken Flowers'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1383708955173110449</id><published>2007-01-30T02:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T02:45:29.791Z</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia</title><content type='html'>It is little wonder Tom Hanks won the best actor Oscar for this film. Sadly as relevant 14 years on as it originally was, this story retains the emotional impact it had upon release. Choosing to expose less obvious emotional developments alongside that of the tragic protagonist, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt; refrains from pushing the expected AIDS/HIV sob-story. Instead, this clever, well progressed, and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; thought provoking work holds a mirror up to 1993 society, the 2007 reflection &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1383708955173110449?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1383708955173110449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1383708955173110449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1383708955173110449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1383708955173110449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/philadelphia.html' title='Philadelphia'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3305366602851023701</id><published>2007-01-29T04:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T04:26:44.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Casino</title><content type='html'>From explosive opening, through clever plot, to satisfying close, this is what cinema should be. Martin Scorsese keeps up his high standard of work with this brutally entertaining tale of Vegas villains and murderous mob politics. The onscreen team of De Niro and Pesci bring their own personal mafia flair to their roles, expanding on experiences in Scorsese's earlier films, notably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodfellas&lt;/span&gt;. And quite a shock, Sharon Stone has been in a decent movie. At 170 minutes this mob flick is far from light entertainment, but classic Scorsese dialogue and some complex moral themes make it a stylish joy to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3305366602851023701?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3305366602851023701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3305366602851023701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3305366602851023701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3305366602851023701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/casino.html' title='Casino'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-360612519966127024</id><published>2007-01-28T04:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T04:49:09.468Z</updated><title type='text'>The Brothers Grimm</title><content type='html'>Certainly in line with other Gilliam I've seen, this is bizarre fun and in parts a little creepy. Ledger and Damon don't thrill but put in decent enough performances to keep the audience interested. Let down only by some poor graphic effects and some failed calls for laughter, all in all the film is far from offensive (except the kitten bit). Still, a good use of the dark and horrific nature of the authentic fairy tales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-360612519966127024?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/360612519966127024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=360612519966127024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/360612519966127024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/360612519966127024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/brothers-grimm.html' title='The Brothers Grimm'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3007027758300227272</id><published>2007-01-26T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:20:30.229Z</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamond</title><content type='html'>An excellent achievement. Conflict diamonds are not a vehicle for an action film, the seriousness of the situation would make any attempt ignorant and repulsive. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/span&gt;, The subject is delicately handled and the storyline never feels like it's overly exploiting the situation. I felt sick with myself that I had gone to the cinema to view this as entertainment, and by the end assured myself that I hadn't enjoyed the film. Instead I let it make visual what I knew about African diamonds and prompt me to think more about our society. I was moved, and I'm very glad I saw it. The film making here is top notch and can nearly make me forgive Hollywood's real motives for exploiting another plight of the dark continent. I thought the acting was also solid all round, and this ought to see Djimon Hounsou move from a face to a name. I'll say it again: Please see this film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3007027758300227272?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3007027758300227272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3007027758300227272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3007027758300227272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3007027758300227272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/blood-diamond.html' title='Blood Diamond'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5855931762117951941</id><published>2007-01-25T02:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T02:22:50.515Z</updated><title type='text'>Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas</title><content type='html'>I hit play and instantly felt a little sick when no company credits were flashed. Based on the sort of overly dramatic story you might read at O'Hare with a three hour lay-over, this made-for-TV movie doesn't attempt to push any envelope. Christina Applegate gives the best performance, working well with what she was given. The 'baby photo montage' scene was just embarrassing and the resolution cringe-inducing. Even if this is your slice of film, just read the book instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5855931762117951941?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5855931762117951941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5855931762117951941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5855931762117951941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5855931762117951941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/suzannes-diary-for-nicholas.html' title='Suzanne&apos;s Diary for Nicholas'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-6406798548929079626</id><published>2007-01-22T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:33:39.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Tenacious D in: The Pick of Destiny</title><content type='html'>I started drinking my Jack Daniel's a little quicker after witnessing the introduction to this film. I will admit I was a little worried. Somewhat surreally it was Meatloaf that allowed me to sip my sipping whiskey once more. The very simple plot sees the comedy peak and plummet with some intelligent jokes being marred by petty toilet humour. But, with lyrics to rival the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South Park &lt;/span&gt;movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pick &lt;/span&gt;becomes a bearable romp of ridiculous rock. If you can stand the crudeness of the low points you'll be able to enjoy the genius of the high. Perhaps 'high' is a key word here... This is  entertaining, but little else. And Dave Grohl is devilishly good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-6406798548929079626?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/6406798548929079626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=6406798548929079626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6406798548929079626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6406798548929079626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/tenacious-d-in-pick-of-destiny.html' title='Tenacious D in: The Pick of Destiny'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2136537252041348981</id><published>2007-01-21T03:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T03:44:27.232Z</updated><title type='text'>In Her Shoes</title><content type='html'>Oh         my         god.       &lt;br /&gt;Justin &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; must be insane.&lt;br /&gt;If a film were to exist solely to make Cameron &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Diaz&lt;/span&gt; look as sexy as possible, this would be it. Slightly distracted from the narrative, I'd say that the story has just enough substance to warrant a watch. I'm sure Toni Collette is supposed to be the actor who balances the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Diaz&lt;/span&gt; factor here, but I can't help but feel the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; has cleared the ballpark with this picture. This may not be a great film, or maybe it is if you like romantic comedies (with an unexpected emotional scene thrown in for good measure near the end) and/or the politics of retired &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jewish&lt;/span&gt; communities. I don't actually know, my head is still full of Cameron &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Diaz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2136537252041348981?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2136537252041348981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2136537252041348981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2136537252041348981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2136537252041348981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-her-shoes.html' title='In Her Shoes'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-7802530064682921724</id><published>2007-01-20T02:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T02:23:20.157Z</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends</title><content type='html'>This charming and surprisingly comic fun film proves better than the average PG13 romcom. The surface level jokes are funny but it's the off-hand remarks and background dialogue that bring the hilarity home. Amy Smart's cutesy factor goes off the chart, and Ryan Reynolds in the chubby suit singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Swear&lt;/span&gt; can even make an accountant smile. Undoubtedly the runaway star of the film is Anna Faris. Her 'rich blonde / pop singer' is spot on and the many references to Paris are no coincidence. Easy to watch and funny enough to justify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-7802530064682921724?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/7802530064682921724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=7802530064682921724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7802530064682921724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7802530064682921724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8741103447150025624</id><published>2007-01-19T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:19:19.795Z</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy for Lady Vengeance</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed I've taken quite a liking to this director. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Vengeance&lt;/span&gt; is fast becoming one of my all-time favourites. Its style never fades, and gives me the feeling in every scene that I'm watching something special. The violence in this film is handled in a very much suggested and understated way, similar to that in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. Having listened to the &lt;a href="http://www.lady-vengeance.com/"&gt;free soundtrack&lt;/a&gt; many times since my last viewing, I noticed the music far more and appreciate the role it plays in providing a dark and often amusing contrast to the visual scenes. I only hope that Hollywood doesn't see fit to ruin this with a remake also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8741103447150025624?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8741103447150025624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8741103447150025624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8741103447150025624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8741103447150025624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/sympathy-for-lady-vengeance_19.html' title='Sympathy for Lady Vengeance'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3670494616067085516</id><published>2007-01-18T02:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T03:17:17.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Empire of the Sun</title><content type='html'>I've finally seen this epic, and I'm very happy I have. Japanese-occupied China is the refreshingly less obvious setting for this second world war tale which is as heart wrenching in parts as it is heart warming in others. The surreal sunrises and subdued majesty of the Japanese airmen contrast wonderfully with the almost jovial atmosphere of the camp, which is covered by long periods of the film but in my opinion lacks depth and meaning with so many minor characters. Perhaps a case of trying to include too much of J. G. Ballard's source novel? I can relate to Jamie Graham's fascination with flight and felt in touch with him standing on the roof watching the Mustangs scream by. This is Jamie's story, and Christian Bale in his first major role tells it perfectly. Bale makes this film great, helped along by an impressive John Malkovich. The real star for me, however, is the cinematographer under the command of director Steven Spielberg. Some of the most impacting shots in film can be found in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empire of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;, certainly some I shall not readily forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3670494616067085516?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3670494616067085516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3670494616067085516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3670494616067085516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3670494616067085516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/empire-of-sun.html' title='Empire of the Sun'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-7942368356128673347</id><published>2007-01-17T05:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T05:21:49.144Z</updated><title type='text'>Flightplan</title><content type='html'>The plane with the most stupidly designed over-head bins plays stage to this enticingly effective thriller. It is a shame that the quite clever story ends so abruptly as it certainly took a while to get going. Jodie Foster pulls her 'slightly insecure anxious mother' role out of the closet for this slightly better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panic Room&lt;/span&gt; performance.  Avoiding the obvious Arab-assault and the avionic inaccuracies of the film, filing a plan for this flight (sorry) is not the end of the world. I personally found it rather interesting, but then I like planes nearly as much as I do film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-7942368356128673347?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/7942368356128673347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=7942368356128673347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7942368356128673347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7942368356128673347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/flightplan.html' title='Flightplan'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4059798718032309370</id><published>2007-01-17T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:24:44.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (Almost Famous Director's Cut)</title><content type='html'>The end of rock and roll is the backdrop for this film about emotional development, maturity, love and of course the roller coaster of touring with a 70's rock band. The &lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;naivety&lt;/span&gt; of protagonist William Miller (loosely based on writer/director Cameron Crowe's own experiences) comes through the uneasy acting of Patrick Fugit, whilst the perhaps too easy 'Penny Lane' is made believable by Kate Hudson. In a film like this music is going to be one of the stars, and Crowe has made sure it shines brightly, his choices echoing one of the movie's many messages; that bands should be about their music. Plainly the most manically mad and surprisingly brilliant scene is the plane incident. In this one scene we witness affirmation, confession, remorse, anger, comedy and relief in a thrill ride of emotional turbulence. What really stands out for me, however, is the gentle way the innocence of Miller is portrayed in his interactions with Penny. Something anyone who's been through adolescence can recognise and appreciate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4059798718032309370?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4059798718032309370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4059798718032309370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4059798718032309370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4059798718032309370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled-almost-famous-directors-cut.html' title='Untitled (Almost Famous Director&apos;s Cut)'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-616685123259826846</id><published>2007-01-16T02:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:31:08.695Z</updated><title type='text'>Doom</title><content type='html'>The absolute best video game movie that had The Rock in of all 2005. I won't be too harsh on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doom&lt;/span&gt;. It's safe to say it knew what it was meant to be and delivered just that. The Rock managed to show us he's learnt a fifth facial expression, and is still the biggest lump of badass in the business. With cinematography above and beyond most previous films in the genre, and not just the clever first-person sequence, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doom&lt;/span&gt; is an entertaining 100 minutes of gore, guts and guns; a sci-fi zombie flick if you will. And it has Rosamund Pike, which is never a bad thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-616685123259826846?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/616685123259826846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=616685123259826846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/616685123259826846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/616685123259826846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/doom.html' title='Doom'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4523702966019008208</id><published>2007-01-16T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:35:15.282Z</updated><title type='text'>Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan</title><content type='html'>I must have been so shocked the first time around that I had forgotten just how funny this is. Sacha Baron Cohen is a genius of comedy. His ability to work people to his spectacular advantage is what this film is all about. Well, that and one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen on a cinema screen. The observations on American life slap you in the face with such hilarious vivacity that you're still laughing hard way into the next gag. Ignore anyone who may be black, Jewish, Christian, Kazakh, American, straight, gay, or female who might try to to tell you that this is offensive nonsense. Anyone with half a brain and a sense of humour should love this film. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blazing Saddles&lt;/span&gt; for the 21st century, stunningly comical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4523702966019008208?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4523702966019008208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4523702966019008208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4523702966019008208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4523702966019008208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/borat-cultural-learnings-of-america-for.html' title='Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2718190784583479660</id><published>2007-01-15T03:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T03:21:33.953Z</updated><title type='text'>A Good Woman</title><content type='html'>Maybe, but a good film? Sadly not. Sure, this will do if you've exhausted all your choices bar your comic book movie collection. And maybe some people that were around in the '30s could probably like it if they took time out from being old and grumpy and didn't spend 90 minutes pointing out every inaccuracy. This film has two things going for it, and (oddly) one of those things is not Scarlett Johansson. Neither is the other one. Tom Wilkinson makes this bearable, along with Oscar Wilde's amazingly witty dialogue lifted from the film's source material &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Windermere's Fan&lt;/span&gt;. Light entertainment with intelligent observations: yes. A worthy adaptation of a great play that made full (or any) use of its potentially beautiful new setting: most certainly no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2718190784583479660?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2718190784583479660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2718190784583479660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2718190784583479660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2718190784583479660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-woman.html' title='A Good Woman'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8791020313991411847</id><published>2007-01-15T01:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:54:55.154Z</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy for Lady Vengeance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Vengeance&lt;/span&gt; has so much that is so magnificent. It is one of the few films that has a story that keeps up with its ultra-stylized visuals.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeong&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ae&lt;/span&gt; Lee is as beautiful as she is talented and does a superb job acting as the redemption-seeking tragic heroine of this piece. I found myself mesmerised at the change in a scene's feeling as a consequence of the most subtle alteration of Lee's expression. This is most noticeable in the translation scene, and anyone who watches this will know exactly what I'm talking about. The stunning use of focus and perspective add a flair to the film that constantly reminds you that this isn't everyday cinema. Neither does it have an everyday soundtrack. Shrugging off the obvious popular classical music, the creative Koreans have rearranged lesser known pieces, of which &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vivaldi's&lt;/span&gt; point towards a parity in the appreciation of the two art forms. Chan-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wook&lt;/span&gt; Park is three for three with this final film from his vengeance trilogy. And In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Vengeance&lt;/span&gt; the most so, he has shown us a visual style supported and entwined with lashings of depth and substance, something which Hollywood has never achieved to this level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Those of you who find yourselves aching to own the dreamy soundtrack need ache no more. Download it freely and most legally under the 'Media' tab at &lt;a href="http://www.lady-vengeance.com/lady_vengence.html"&gt;www.lady-vengeance.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8791020313991411847?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8791020313991411847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8791020313991411847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8791020313991411847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8791020313991411847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/sympathy-for-lady-vengeance.html' title='Sympathy for Lady Vengeance'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2844938916122982809</id><published>2007-01-13T02:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:57:00.748Z</updated><title type='text'>All About My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was attracted to this &lt;/span&gt;Penélope&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cruz film, well, because it has &lt;/span&gt;Penélope Cruz in it. That it was written and directed by Pedro Almodóvar I saw as a bonus. Cruz herself fails to shine, but that is perhaps due to the nature of her role. On the other hand, the movie's star offers a better performance, depicting a mother with the world seemingly against her. It pains me that she was the best actor in the film, but just because I haven't seen her on the front of magazines I don't know her name. As for the film in general, I rarely get the feeling that a story I'm watching unfold just doesn't need to be told, but this was one such time. The characters are just too exaggerated to appear real to me, and the narrative I find thoroughly uninteresting, the emotion didn't make me emotional. This is a case of good acting and some interesting cinematography let down by the subject matter.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2844938916122982809?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2844938916122982809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2844938916122982809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2844938916122982809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2844938916122982809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-about-my-mother.html' title='All About My Mother'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-9059090786509182121</id><published>2007-01-11T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:15:31.604Z</updated><title type='text'>The Fisher King</title><content type='html'>Terry Gilliam's 1991 oddity is suitably surreal, all the while retaining just enough normality to ensure it comes across as a sensible film. With scenes including Robin Williams in rags chasing a mounted 'figment of his imagination' red knight through Central Park, and Jeff Bridges indirectly inciting mass murder on his radio show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fisher King &lt;/span&gt;is quite quirky, and isn't afraid to be bold. Soon a singing transvestite and a shy woman bent on self-degradation join the troupe and add to what becomes a slightly unorthodox and rather depressing look at mental illness. That's not to say the film is all gloom; the undertones of romance and redemption lift the movie's spirit and parts will make you smile. Williams delivers one of his 'good' performances and is the stand-out actor in this work. If you can stop the overused annoying song irritating you, this film can serve as a great introduction to the former Python's topsy-turvy portfolio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-9059090786509182121?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/9059090786509182121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=9059090786509182121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9059090786509182121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9059090786509182121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/fisher-king.html' title='The Fisher King'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-189915930456067721</id><published>2007-01-09T03:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T03:19:55.359Z</updated><title type='text'>The Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>No aspect of this film is set in space (see previous six posts). Nothing in this film has anything to do with the supernatural, and there are no aliens to be found. Stephen King wrote this as a short story, and it is by far the best film I've seen based on his work. In my opinion the most credit should go to Frank Darabont; whose screenplay put the most amazing lines into the mouth of the typically brilliant and sincere Morgan Freeman. This is far removed from what I expected of a prison story, and far exceeds my expectations. I had heard that this was a good film, and write still in amazement at how much I enjoyed a film set mostly in a prison over several decades, played out in over two hours. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt; is not a heavy film, but has just the right amount of substance to ensure that audiences remain focused on the main characters. All of the actors do fine jobs, and Bob Gunton's warden is pure evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-189915930456067721?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/189915930456067721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=189915930456067721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/189915930456067721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/189915930456067721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/shawshank-redemption.html' title='The Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-9174574812759330670</id><published>2007-01-08T00:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:17:42.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi</title><content type='html'>And so my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lucasfest&lt;/span&gt; comes to an end, naturally, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Return of the Jedi&lt;/span&gt;. The first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; film I saw, and then only the second half so many times on TV, it has taken watching it in context with the preceding five for me to appreciate it. Set mainly in only three locations, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jedi&lt;/span&gt; follows in the tradition of episodes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IV and V&lt;/span&gt; in keeping the plot and pace simple. Mark Hamill gives his best performance, one that is subtle yet emotive. Even Yoda acts well, Frank Oz manipulates the green puppet in a way that out-acts many fleshy actors I could mention.  More so in this film than the two before is it obvious that George Lucas already had the bulk of his story written. Many lines of dialogue in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jedi &lt;/span&gt;show his intention to expand on them in the prequels. That said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Episode VI &lt;/span&gt;is the weakest of the films in my opinion. I find the mess of the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jabba&lt;/span&gt; tangent lengthy and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cumbersome&lt;/span&gt;, while the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ewoks&lt;/span&gt; (cute as they may be) are irritatingly strong against the apparently feckless stormtroopers. This film's saving grace is the final inevitable conflict of good and evil, and the lesson of redemption shown most recognisably in the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Emperor's&lt;/span&gt; throne room with the battle raging in the distance. It seems the last minutes of the Empire create the finest scenes in the film, and help us forget the often drawn-out path that took us there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-9174574812759330670?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/9174574812759330670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=9174574812759330670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9174574812759330670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9174574812759330670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-wars-episode-vi-return-of-jedi.html' title='Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2375020171276464112</id><published>2007-01-07T03:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:25:12.468Z</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empire &lt;/span&gt;has always been my favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; film. From the desperation of Hoth to the stubbornness displayed on Dagobah right through to Bespin's crushing revelation, this slice of the saga successfully sets up Luke and the Alliance as the struggling underdogs. With every scene they appear knocked further away from achieving their goal of bringing down the Empire. During the battle of Hoth, for instance, the rebels score small victories but can mostly be seen frantically running around shouting and being blown up in contrast to the calm indestructible air of the Imperial commanders.  The character development we see of Luke on Dagobah is the most thorough of all the films, and his youthful unwillingness to embrace Master Yoda's teachings gives Lucas the perfect platform to launch the mature triumphant Luke of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Return of the Jedi&lt;/span&gt;. My personal favourite shot of the film is of the Millennium Falcon making its return to Cloud City to retrieve the distraught Skywalker. The combination of this, Leia's feeling of the force, Solo's imprisonment and the golden glow of the clouds at sunset are brought together perfectly by the music which tells as much of the story as the screenplay itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2375020171276464112?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2375020171276464112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2375020171276464112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2375020171276464112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2375020171276464112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-wars-episode-v-empire-strikes-back.html' title='Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1929258907796481609</id><published>2007-01-06T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:27:00.457Z</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope</title><content type='html'>I can't believe in the many times I've watched this I hadn't noticed the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stormtrooper&lt;/span&gt; walloping his head on the door. Anyway, undoubtedly THE film of 1977 if not the decade, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;  is the earliest film that I relate to the pictures of today. Moving straight from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Episode III &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Hope&lt;/span&gt;, it is refreshing that the bigger picture is ignored to zoom in on so few characters. Technology as well as acting styles and audiences have changed so much since this film's original release that it is hard to draw a comparison with its contemporary siblings. What can be said is that I get the same feeling watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IV&lt;/span&gt; that I do watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt;, I find it difficult to accept that the effects in these movies were possible when the movies were made. Admittedly, my copy was tinkered with in 1997, but even the earliest footage still wows me on each viewing. Anyone who watches this with its year of production in mind should be able to understand the vast following that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars &lt;/span&gt;has &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accrued&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1929258907796481609?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1929258907796481609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1929258907796481609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1929258907796481609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1929258907796481609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-wars-episode-iv-new-hope.html' title='Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2804014715669387030</id><published>2007-01-05T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:32:29.054Z</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith</title><content type='html'>I could write a separate post just about the use of character themes in the score of the final ten minutes, but I'll put my John Williams appreciation aside and try to focus on the whole film. Although I'm not sure how much of the story George Lucas had in mind back in the '70s, I can understand why he started with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Episode IV&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt; is by far the most complex of the narratives and the constant jumping between scenes and settings, displaying parallel plots, could not have been so effectively done 30 years ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Episode II&lt;/span&gt;'s great ending leads into an opening sequence that rivals the rebel blockade runner hunt that I'm looking forward to seeing in a matter of minutes. Even if the acting isn't top notch, and the dialogue in parts is nauseating, to focus on these few negative aspects overlooks what a spectacular culmination of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; this is. Regarding the films as a saga, I can't think of a better way to tie it all up. Lucas has brought much needed depth and clarity to the Jedi and Republic story lines in the most mature and emotional film in the series. I lost count of the number of times my friends and I would discuss how Vader was created when we were eleven. Now I know, and I'm more happy for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2804014715669387030?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2804014715669387030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2804014715669387030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2804014715669387030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2804014715669387030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-wars-episode-iii-revenge-of-sith.html' title='Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-6538245209998918866</id><published>2007-01-05T01:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:35:52.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones</title><content type='html'>The black void gently gives way to a planet shrouded in candy floss cloud as a graceful silver bird glides smoothly down to a Coruscant pad surrounded by a translucent mist streaked with the pinks and oranges of the afternoon sun. This is by far the most visually pleasing of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars &lt;/span&gt;films, and you know it from the very first minute. The misleading grace and sophistication of pre-war Coruscant gives way to the serene lakes of Naboo, which are part real and great exaggerations of the Lake Como area of Italy, one of the most beautiful places on our planet. It is not, however, until the final 30 minutes of the film that the art of the cinematography becomes truly apparent. The battle of Geonosis is one of the best science fiction clashes you are likely to see. The documentary style camera work makes you forget you're watching CGI. Of particular note is the bringing down of the Federation ship which creates a perfect dust cloud for amazing lighting effects during the close exchange of blaster fire. Moving on into the hanger, the faces of Anakin and Dooku, duelling after slicing the electricity cable, are rife with emotion displayed in the sharp glow of their lightsabers, reminiscent of Luke vs Vader in Cloud City. The film closes with some of the most chilling images from the entire series: Palpatine and his senators arranged on a balcony surveying the deployment of troops in the sunset of sinister oranges and reds. Yes, I like this one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-6538245209998918866?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/6538245209998918866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=6538245209998918866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6538245209998918866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6538245209998918866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-wars-episode-ii-attack-of-clones.html' title='Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4749509263413979591</id><published>2007-01-04T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:42:25.167Z</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace</title><content type='html'>I can only hope that I don't lose the (few) loyal readers of this blog as I possibly plummet in your estimations by posting the outcome of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars &lt;/span&gt;binge. And here's where it all started... Well, the series starts but not for me as I saw the fourth one first and, well you get the idea. I know everyone has an opinion on George's little project, and most of the strongest concern &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Episode &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I concede that this isn't a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; film in the purist, gritty sense of thirty years ago, and it certainly lacks the 'wow' factor of the original trilogy. That is save for the excellent pod racing scene that employs CGI to what must have been the limits back in 1999. The high-speed disintegrations of the crashing pods look mind-numbingly realistic (or as I would imagine them to). But, we can't judge a film by FX alone, and unfortunately the characters lack the depth I would have thought the first of a six-film series necessitates. John Williams manages to achieve his best 'Lucas' score to date with this film, and the complete score on CD is great to own. After all is said and done, this is still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;, and rational or not, I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Got through the entire post without ranting about Jar Jar. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4749509263413979591?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4749509263413979591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4749509263413979591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4749509263413979591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4749509263413979591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-wars-episode-i-phantom-menace.html' title='Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2812504338296057992</id><published>2007-01-03T02:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T02:50:24.417Z</updated><title type='text'>Dark Water</title><content type='html'>If someone had told me this was written by the same person who penned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ring&lt;/span&gt; I would not have watched it. I have yet to feel satisfied following any film of this genre, the supernatural is simply not for me. My genrely challenged acceptance of movies aside, essentially what we have here is a story, and thus subsequently a film, that would have benefited having the word 'short' in its description. The pace of this film is painfully slow and starts with much uninteresting material which serves far more to bore than make you want to endure more.  Ariel Gade will be a name to look out for if she continues to put in performances as subtle yet striking as this one. Jennifer Connelly, on the other hand, just seems to mope around looking confused and a little scared. 'If I have to' acting jobs are on tap from the rest of the cast, except of course for Pete Postlethwaite who is great in everything. I'll be thinking long and hard before submitting myself to another American remake of a Japanese horror flick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2812504338296057992?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2812504338296057992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2812504338296057992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2812504338296057992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2812504338296057992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/dark-water.html' title='Dark Water'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5591092357815786524</id><published>2007-01-02T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:09:44.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!</title><content type='html'>My first foray into the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Almodóvar&lt;/span&gt; world of film will certainly not be my last. Billed as a black comedy, this movie is both entertaining and a good expression of one of the more strange ways a relationship can start. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naïve&lt;/span&gt; and determined Antonio &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Banderas&lt;/span&gt; stars alongside vulnerable and gorgeous Victoria &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abril&lt;/span&gt; in this take on Stockholm syndrome. Away from the main story several quirky dimensions give the film a tint of the surreal, such as the paralytic dirty old director who dances his electric wheelchair in pursuit of a pretty young thing. These moments of insanity are a welcome break to the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;predictability&lt;/span&gt; of the narrative. Certainly fitting into the scope of Spanish cinema as I know it, this gives me hope that I'll &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Almodóvar&lt;/span&gt; films in the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/rg/title-tease/boards-top/title/tt0101026/board/threads/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong class="title"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5591092357815786524?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5591092357815786524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5591092357815786524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5591092357815786524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5591092357815786524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/tie-me-up-tie-me-down.html' title='Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-288290512290093742</id><published>2007-01-02T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:07:20.919Z</updated><title type='text'>Gosford Park</title><content type='html'>More than simply a wonderful showcase for British acting talent, Robert Altman's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gosford&lt;/span&gt; Park&lt;/span&gt; is compellingly intriguing from the start. The scene is set in the classic murder-mystery fashion: take one country manor, add a smattering of vengeful guests, and stir in the motive riddled staff for good measure. Michael &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gambon's&lt;/span&gt; is a performance of note, along with Emily Watson's very believable maid with a secret. Comic relief is delivered in the form of the tragically underused Stephen Fry. The production wisely chose to employ the most recognisable features of 1930s aristocratic style to create an effortless backdrop for the late writer/director's tale. Although little effort is made to put the viewer off the scent of the real culprit, and the ending doesn't quite offer the closure I would have liked to have seen, this film is an interesting, stylish, and at times funny exploration into a 1930s stately home hierarchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-288290512290093742?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/288290512290093742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=288290512290093742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/288290512290093742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/288290512290093742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2007/01/gosford-park.html' title='Gosford Park'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3695664218772810575</id><published>2006-12-29T02:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:37:29.494Z</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance</title><content type='html'>My admiration for Chan-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wook&lt;/span&gt; Park only grows with my second viewing of this film. Introducing my sister to the revenge romp has allowed me to focus more on the use of various techniques used to convey the dire message of this masterpiece. Chan-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wook's&lt;/span&gt; use of light and shade clearly defines good and bad more than once in this film in a way that Hollywood would condemn as obvious, the difference here is that the visual metaphors are employed in such a way that they don't slap the viewer in the face and allow him to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;subtly&lt;/span&gt; pick up on it. The director is also not afraid to leave shots lingering, even when they open a scene. The fast pace of most commercial movies is put to shame by oft 30 second plus shots that could easily be stills for the lack of movement. Chan-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wook&lt;/span&gt; knows that moving pictures are an extension of still photography and shows clearly in this film that he's happy (and more importantly able) to evoke still imagery when its depth reaches further than that of motion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3695664218772810575?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3695664218772810575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3695664218772810575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3695664218772810575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3695664218772810575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/sympathy-for-mr-vengeance_29.html' title='Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8263519356813313431</id><published>2006-12-28T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:50:56.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Green Street</title><content type='html'>In stark, stark contrast to the last film I watched, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hooligans&lt;/span&gt;, as it's known to Americans, is not beautiful, but viciously violently brutal. The alternate title doesn't pay enough attention to the emotion and heartfelt malice portrayed through the Green Street Elite. There's more to English football firms than hooliganism, and I think this film does a good job at showing it. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Consistently&lt;/span&gt; good camera work and somewhat surprisingly good performances from mostly &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unknowns&lt;/span&gt; give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Street&lt;/span&gt; a certain credibility. This I hope will tilt people towards watching what is essentially a movie about groups of lads beating the crap out of each other. A couple of things did niggle throughout, such as the Newcastle boy putting on an East Ham accent, but all in all this is a competent film that I will happily watch again with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Americans NB: I'm not for a moment saying that this sort of thing isn't present, but please don't go thinking the whole country is like this. The sandwiches really are cucumber and not knuckle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8263519356813313431?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8263519356813313431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8263519356813313431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8263519356813313431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8263519356813313431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/green-street.html' title='Green Street'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1028140563307791359</id><published>2006-12-27T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:46:20.712Z</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Geisha</title><content type='html'>It's not hard to make a film about Japan in the 1920s and '30s and the tradition of geisha look beautiful. This film takes whatever you visualised reading that first sentence and hurtles it to levels unthinkable. The three Oscars this film received were well earned, especially that for best art direction. The epic visual class is heightened still by the beauty of the story itself, and more emotion is evoked in the contrast, stunningly handled, between pre and post-war Japan. If this is an accurate portrayal of geisha culture, it makes me very sad to realise it isn't just fast disappearing, but in so many senses has already gone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt; is a fascinating insight into a secretive yet alluring tradition. Sayuri's conflicts emerge and blend from many levels, from culture and tradition, to feelings and love. All are handled in the most delicately beautiful way, such that the film never appears obvious or eager. Only by watching this film can you appreciate what I'm trying to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1028140563307791359?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1028140563307791359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1028140563307791359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1028140563307791359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1028140563307791359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='Memoirs of a Geisha'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3536678011585875116</id><published>2006-12-26T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:16:30.479Z</updated><title type='text'>Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>I am happy to have not read any of the books before seeing this film. From what I understand it is an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amalgamation&lt;/span&gt; of several of the stories involving the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunate&lt;/span&gt; Baudelaire children. And having now seen it twice I can say that the sinister tint of the film does not lose its effect. The use of cold blues and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irregularly&lt;/span&gt; bleak oranges throughout gives a sense of misfortune rarely found in 'family' films. Count Olaf allows Jim &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt; to show yet again that he can act past the silly and well into the meaningful. In fact the performances are good all round including the many little roles filled by big actors. When I've read the books I may comment on their &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;translation&lt;/span&gt; onto celluloid, but hey, for now I'm just here to watch films.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3536678011585875116?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3536678011585875116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3536678011585875116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3536678011585875116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3536678011585875116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/lemony-snickets-series-of-unfortunate.html' title='Lemony Snicket&apos;s A Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5891981383671451077</id><published>2006-12-24T03:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:12:45.664Z</updated><title type='text'>Center Stage</title><content type='html'>To be honest I wasn't best pleased when I pulled this one from the DVD shelf. For the most part I got what I expected: sappy teenage drama portrayed through actors with the acting talent of, let's say, the cast of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed&lt;/span&gt;. I understand that an ability to dance was crucial, I now also understand that dancing and acting are mutually exclusive. Worse still is the excitingly named character 'Maureen' who at one point states she never wanted to be a dancer. It's clear from this that she didn't much want to act either. Criticism aside, this film does tick the boxes for light afternoon entertainment, and whether you like dance or not, the finale is a brilliant device for displaying some pretty (emphasis on pretty) impressive stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5891981383671451077?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5891981383671451077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5891981383671451077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5891981383671451077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5891981383671451077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/center-stage.html' title='Center Stage'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5954661333388350954</id><published>2006-12-23T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:28:54.038Z</updated><title type='text'>Ronin</title><content type='html'>Certainly a good effort by all involved, this is a good film. The story, although sketchy and not too original, is good enough to act as a vehicle for the real star of the film: what's done with the vehicles. If you like car chases you'll love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ronin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;The action is raw and special effects are kept to a minimum. The stunt driving was all actually done, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unlike&lt;/span&gt; titles such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Matrix Reloaded&lt;/span&gt;, which relied on computer trickery. But the stunts are only a (albeit large) part of the movie. Reno and De &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Niro&lt;/span&gt; mesh well on screen to deliver a decent heist movie with refreshingly understated spectacular action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5954661333388350954?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5954661333388350954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5954661333388350954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5954661333388350954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5954661333388350954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/ronin.html' title='Ronin'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8580590176988404980</id><published>2006-12-23T01:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:49:07.332Z</updated><title type='text'>The Forgotten</title><content type='html'>What starts out as a mildly intriguing mystery soon reveals a greatly fascinating thriller which is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;savagely&lt;/span&gt; ruined in the last five minutes of the film. I had no prior knowledge of the content (besides the teaser) but I have to say it still came as a big shock to me. The acting is so-so and the make up of the film is pretty average, however the whole package is let down by the dull &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TVesque&lt;/span&gt; music and cheap special effects. The movie certainly has an audience, I just don't think it's been marketed towards them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8580590176988404980?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8580590176988404980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8580590176988404980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8580590176988404980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8580590176988404980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/forgotten.html' title='The Forgotten'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8356317308263170029</id><published>2006-12-22T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:00:21.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance</title><content type='html'>Chan-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wook&lt;/span&gt; Park is fast becoming my favourite South Korean director. Perhaps because he's the only one I know, but certainly based upon the brilliance of his vengeance trilogy. It kicks off with this film, which explores how a single event can trigger a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; chain of revenge. Beautifully soft cinematography interspersed with brutal violence is a Chan-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wook&lt;/span&gt; trademark and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Vengeance&lt;/span&gt; is no different. Watch out for the gruesome scenes where the camera remains fixed solidly on the face of the key character, better portrayal of extreme emotion is rare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8356317308263170029?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8356317308263170029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8356317308263170029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8356317308263170029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8356317308263170029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/sympathy-for-mr-vengeance.html' title='Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-7814546921869284404</id><published>2006-12-22T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:38:04.135Z</updated><title type='text'>American Psycho</title><content type='html'>Bret &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; Ellis writes twisted novels, and thus the film adaptations are suitably bizarre. I love the book but I loved the film first. Christian Bale is excellent as the crazed yuppie with a taste for slaughter in the cash driven Manhattan of the late '80s. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; Ellis did not starve the screenplay writer (and director) Mary &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Harron&lt;/span&gt; of great lines for Patrick &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bateman&lt;/span&gt; to deliver. Good performances by the supporting actors are drowned in scenes with Bale. His attention grabbing expressions of smugness and disgust propel this film to a level of coolness not found in other low budget ($8 million) horror/thrillers.  Perhaps most disturbing is how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Psycho&lt;/span&gt; makes materialism and murder seem so trendy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-7814546921869284404?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/7814546921869284404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=7814546921869284404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7814546921869284404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7814546921869284404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/american-psycho.html' title='American Psycho'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8497865064084321961</id><published>2006-12-16T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:44:41.157Z</updated><title type='text'>Eurotrip</title><content type='html'>Tee &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;. You can't not laugh a little at this one. Absolutely one of the most poorly made "American innocents in wild freaky Europe" films to date (save maybe for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beerfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), this is ridiculously funny and parts &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;warrant&lt;/span&gt; remembering for use in conversations for years to come. This film is in no way sensitive, and far from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intellectual&lt;/span&gt;. But mi &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scusi&lt;/span&gt;, you'd have to be made of stone not to enjoy the mad hilarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8497865064084321961?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8497865064084321961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8497865064084321961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8497865064084321961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8497865064084321961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/eurotrip.html' title='Eurotrip'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-372387374084987095</id><published>2006-12-14T02:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:36:38.949Z</updated><title type='text'>The Piano</title><content type='html'>Not for those who like predictability in their movies, this film extracts delicious quirkiness from seemingly boring subjects. Both lead actresses won Oscars for this film, but I believe the somewhat underrated talent of Anna &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paquin&lt;/span&gt; is the more deserving performance, even if her Scottish accent was a little over the top. I was impressed to learn that Holly Hunter played the piano solos herself, nearly as impressed as I was with the music in general. I guess a decent score is key in a movie about a piano, but Michael &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nyman&lt;/span&gt; outdoes himself with this one. In fact in the time I've spent typing this I've decided to buy the CD. And Sam Neill had cool hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-372387374084987095?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/372387374084987095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=372387374084987095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/372387374084987095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/372387374084987095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/piano.html' title='The Piano'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5432676801628601035</id><published>2006-12-12T02:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T02:43:40.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Glory</title><content type='html'>Wholly enjoyable despite the dreary subject matter and often expected rousing speeches, this Civil War biopic traces the creation and ultimate destruction of a black regiment of the North. Matthew Broderick plays an unlikely hero and plays it well, but is outshone by Morgan Freeman and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Denzel&lt;/span&gt; Washington who &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incidentally&lt;/span&gt; walked away from this, one of his first feature films, with a best supporting actor Oscar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glory&lt;/span&gt; also won best cinematography, and it's not hard to see why. The use of smoke and light throughout is a joy to watch, and the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;climactic charge is very much a refreshing reminder of how great battles could look before CGI took over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5432676801628601035?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5432676801628601035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5432676801628601035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5432676801628601035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5432676801628601035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/glory.html' title='Glory'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8969696448756465336</id><published>2006-12-11T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:18:43.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Brighton Rock</title><content type='html'>A film about a small time mob running around an inter-war British seaside town doesn't sound too enticing, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brighton Rock&lt;/span&gt; is just that and is in fact very good. Richard &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Attenborough&lt;/span&gt; exudes &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; from his first scene, a quite remarkable performance from the youngest character in the film. Anthony Hopkins may well have based his Hannibal &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lecter&lt;/span&gt; in part on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Attenborough's&lt;/span&gt; "Pinkie" whose expressionless stares convey so much calculated malice. A film about consequences and the innocence of blind love that serves as a good story and a showcase of talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8969696448756465336?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8969696448756465336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8969696448756465336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8969696448756465336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8969696448756465336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/brighton-rock.html' title='Brighton Rock'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-9056118531848628301</id><published>2006-12-11T02:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:31:55.248Z</updated><title type='text'>The Virgin Suicides</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/span&gt; is a beautiful film.  Often playing second to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/span&gt;, Sofia Coppola's directorial debut outshines the Tokyo tale in my opinion. Coppola's brilliant narrative is read to perfection by Giovanni Ribisi whose deep matter-of-fact speech is timed to deliver the maximum emotional effect while sounding sincere and involved. French band Air composed an easy listening score for this film that in no small part contributes to the floating dreamy atmosphere of the boys and girls living in their dream world, yet also packs the right tones to portray their loss of hope.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few films where I really feel that I'm watching events, not actors. And so many frames of those events could stand alone as powerful images; especially those with Kirsten Dunst whose portrayal of Lux is nothing short of gorgeous. This film stands out for its gentle build up to its inevitable climax; the emotion is never obvious and never expected. The viewer knows what's coming, but finds himself continuously hoping for another five minutes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/span&gt; is undoubtedly an emotional film, and it would be wrong to say that that emotion is not in part sadness. What thrills me is how beautifully the sadness is handled.  Stirrings of anger and sadness are replaced by admiration and a smile because films like this exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-9056118531848628301?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/9056118531848628301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=9056118531848628301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9056118531848628301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/9056118531848628301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/virgin-suicides.html' title='The Virgin Suicides'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3016975560153561196</id><published>2006-12-10T16:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:46:20.242Z</updated><title type='text'>8½ Women</title><content type='html'>"You have no right to be jealous of a woman who wants to be more of a woman by watching a man dressed up as a woman."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the most bizarre film I've watched in a long time; this is the story of a rather quite disturbing father-son relationship (and I mean &lt;i&gt;relationship&lt;/i&gt;) which sees them opening their Genevan château to (you guessed it) eight and a half women for them to share (and I mean &lt;i&gt;share&lt;/i&gt;). It’s an erotic film with no sex; it’s a funny film with no intentional comedy. I’m sure this was aimed at artsy surrealist types, but finds a better audience with drunk, pseudo-philosophical teenage boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3016975560153561196?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3016975560153561196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3016975560153561196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3016975560153561196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3016975560153561196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/8-women_10.html' title='8½ Women'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5543664734414140095</id><published>2006-12-08T02:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:57:32.991Z</updated><title type='text'>Inside Man</title><content type='html'>Audience friendly thrillers are never as engaging as this. Spike Lee has managed to put out what so many have failed trying: an easy-to-follow thriller that is entertaining and keeps your attention. Right from the first line of dialogue you know that this movie will be worth watching closely. The story and the characters are built up with an ease of intelligibility that isn't patronising. I felt the presentation of the plot early on in the film allowed me to appreciate how its intricacies were portrayed, I wasn't distracted by a fumbling storyline. This matched with good &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cinematography&lt;/span&gt; and excellent acting make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside Man&lt;/span&gt; a must see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5543664734414140095?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5543664734414140095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5543664734414140095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5543664734414140095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5543664734414140095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/inside-man.html' title='Inside Man'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-7462979467413864998</id><published>2006-12-04T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:55:13.621Z</updated><title type='text'>The Black Dahlia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Untouchables&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission: Impossible... The Black Dahlia&lt;/span&gt;? Brian de Palma must have gone mad. The promotion for this movie was top notch, the poster and trailer shouted that this was a film to see. If only it were. It would be wrong to moan about the actors' performances because even good actors can't make a bad story/script/direction seem decent. This came across as though parts were directed by a 15 year old, the rest by a senile old bloke. The drawn out plot forced me to lose interest half way through which made it difficult to care about the many many characters only loosely connected to the murder of Elizabeth Short, which is after all what the film is supposed to be about. Add this to the frequent unnecessary gore, nudity and profanity and you arrive at the worst film I've seen in a long time. And I've recently seen Bad Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-7462979467413864998?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/7462979467413864998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=7462979467413864998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7462979467413864998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7462979467413864998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/black-dahlia.html' title='The Black Dahlia'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1625853887836918940</id><published>2006-12-04T00:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:04:41.251Z</updated><title type='text'>Nine Months</title><content type='html'>Wow the '90s were cool! Not. This type of film needs to be absolutely ridiculous or realistically humourous. Nine Months tries to be ridiculously humourous and fails. A sea of big bad hair and bad bad clothes swamps the few witty lines of dialogue that make this a 'comedy'. Grant shows he hadn't considered serious acting by 1995, and whoever styled Julianne Moore needs shooting. The only grace is the underused (and typically articulate) Goldblum, but even the big man himself couldn't save this farce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1625853887836918940?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1625853887836918940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1625853887836918940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1625853887836918940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1625853887836918940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/nine-months.html' title='Nine Months'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-7142477362046705915</id><published>2006-12-03T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:27:34.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Casino Royale</title><content type='html'>Even better the second time around. I caught even more references to traditional Bond, and noticed so many more great details. Watching again has cemented Vesper Lynd as my favourite Bond lady, and D.C. as my favourite James. Gone are the flying cars, laser-watches, tacky one-liners and Pierce Brosnan's middle-aged man wobble. This new 007 is believable. Bond is dead. Long live Bond, James Bond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-7142477362046705915?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/7142477362046705915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=7142477362046705915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7142477362046705915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7142477362046705915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/casino-royale.html' title='Casino Royale'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5195118278095768996</id><published>2006-12-03T02:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:31:56.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad Santa</title><content type='html'>Reluctant to watch this let alone write about it, but I said I would... 'Bad' is about right. I'm guessing this is meant to be a comedy, but it seriously isn't funny. The soundtrack reads like the CD sleeve for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best classical album in the world.... ever!&lt;/span&gt; and the dialogue substitutes comic wit for using as much profanity as possible. Sherriff John Bunnell of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World's Wildest Police Etc &lt;/span&gt;made a cameo which prompted a smile, but overall I'd advise you to treat this Santa like the real one: If you see him, you won't get any presents and you'll be disappointed Christmas morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5195118278095768996?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5195118278095768996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5195118278095768996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5195118278095768996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5195118278095768996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-santa.html' title='Bad Santa'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-3337271641005970686</id><published>2006-12-02T02:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T02:56:07.772Z</updated><title type='text'>The Constant Gardener</title><content type='html'>"No, there are no murders in Africa, only regrettable deaths. And from those deaths we derive the benefits of civilisation; benefits we can afford so easily, because those lives were bought so cheaply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-3337271641005970686?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/3337271641005970686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=3337271641005970686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3337271641005970686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/3337271641005970686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/12/constant-gardener.html' title='The Constant Gardener'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-8352843136025142994</id><published>2006-11-30T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:38:36.762Z</updated><title type='text'>Tristana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After seeing some of Buñuel's later films I get the feeling he really enjoyed playing with our time. A trend has appeared. This film, like a couple of others I've seen by Luis is an extended story where not a lot happens, and then it suddenly skips forward a few years, presents and interesting twist that makes you actually want to endure more, and then it ends abruptly. I know it's a political piece and I know it's about society, but that doesn't mean it can't be good! I hope seeing Buñuel's earlier surrealist cinema will be a better experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000320/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-8352843136025142994?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/8352843136025142994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=8352843136025142994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8352843136025142994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/8352843136025142994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/tristana.html' title='Tristana'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4799177224801560651</id><published>2006-11-28T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:04:49.694Z</updated><title type='text'>A Canterbury Tale</title><content type='html'>Much better than I'd expected, Powell's film showing several characters' experiences in the Kentish countryside was pleasing enough. I took special interest in the scenes of Canterbury in 1944 as I live there now. Seeing bomb damage along streets I walk every day opened my eyes to the dynamic nature of our cities. And who would have thought that Starbucks by the Cathedral gate wasn't always Starbucks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4799177224801560651?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4799177224801560651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4799177224801560651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4799177224801560651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4799177224801560651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/canterbury-tale.html' title='A Canterbury Tale'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-1867606392894638281</id><published>2006-11-28T03:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:23:01.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Miami Vice</title><content type='html'>Mann's revival of his hit '80s vice cop drama is a treat to anyone who's loved the original series. This film is full of the high-flying, artillery-wielding, smooth-talking drug lords and super flash, super stylish, supercar driving cops that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vice&lt;/span&gt; fans go nuts over. So much of the cinematography is recreated from the original and doesn't look out of place today. Couple this with a near perfectly integrated soundtrack (including Mogwai!) and you get my favourite film this summer. Some shots are so good that you'll even forgive Crockett's moustache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-1867606392894638281?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/1867606392894638281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=1867606392894638281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1867606392894638281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/1867606392894638281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/miami-vice.html' title='Miami Vice'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-4784561674004843591</id><published>2006-11-27T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:45:05.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Blazing Saddles</title><content type='html'>In stark contrast to the last film I watched (Crash), the Ol' West is indeed a great setting for 93 min of '70s race-based social commentary. Funny wouldn't be at the tip of anyone's PC lips these days, and that's a shame because it just is. Richard Pryor was a writer on this production and his input is greatly received. Watch out for the 'Candygram for Mongo' and other deliciously tongue-in-cheek delights. Some may scream blacksploitation, I scream that this is a damn funny film worth a watch if not just to rile the PC police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-4784561674004843591?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/4784561674004843591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=4784561674004843591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4784561674004843591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/4784561674004843591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/blazing-saddles.html' title='Blazing Saddles'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-2640331313255383278</id><published>2006-11-26T04:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T04:25:31.419Z</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>Much hyped by Oscar wins, I was reluctant to watch this humanist drama. I'm not saying that rascism in LA isn't a good vehicle for 107 min of criss-crossing critic pleasing pulp, but this felt like it was begging for an Oscar from every frame. While I found the acting faultless and the casting a decent effort, the two very touching moments were uneasy due to a lack of interesting build up and anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-2640331313255383278?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/2640331313255383278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=2640331313255383278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2640331313255383278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/2640331313255383278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-7282370927712120252</id><published>2006-11-25T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T03:06:28.315Z</updated><title type='text'>Battle Royale II - Requiem</title><content type='html'>Not just a sell-out using the (brilliant) idea of BR to sell more &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celluloid&lt;/span&gt;, this film has a whole new angle. A soundtrack that fits and a seemingly &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neverending&lt;/span&gt; supply of attractive Japanese girls can't quite make up for the poor acting of the adult characters. The suspension of disbelief is required of anyone who might wish to take this film seriously, but once suspended, a jolly good watch for fans of violence, action, and crazy Japanese &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mentalism&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-7282370927712120252?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/7282370927712120252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=7282370927712120252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7282370927712120252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/7282370927712120252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/battle-royale-ii-requiem.html' title='Battle Royale II - Requiem'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-6181677677672786013</id><published>2006-11-22T00:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T04:24:10.131Z</updated><title type='text'>About A Boy</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a movie for all you who like touching narratives and sturdy Rachel Weisz, or is that the other way around? Anyway, Grant is great, that kid is better than Grant, and the soundtrack is Badly Drawn (Geddit? -Ed). Watch if you can stand a film without explosions and sex. Otherwise don't, but open your eyes to the real world you muppet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-6181677677672786013?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/6181677677672786013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=6181677677672786013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6181677677672786013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/6181677677672786013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-boy.html' title='About A Boy'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-963845017889179588</id><published>2006-11-19T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T04:23:12.812Z</updated><title type='text'>L4yer Cake</title><content type='html'>A fine British film along the lines of Ritchie but far more realistic. These G's feel real. Sienna Miller makes up for the over-swearing and some cinematographic transitions give the film a big budget feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-963845017889179588?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/963845017889179588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=963845017889179588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/963845017889179588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/963845017889179588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/l4yer-cake.html' title='L4yer Cake'/><author><name>P. Ockelford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059221349853996620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuI1oYP-vg/TqCIj9IWdMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/icARQBSpOvg/s220/DSC03336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698985052761467524.post-5459761043705858685</id><published>2006-11-18T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T04:21:52.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Casino Royale</title><content type='html'>Ironically Bond at his youngest seems to be the most mature yet. And the Bond girls have been replaced with lovely Bond ladies. A great reinvention of the franchise and I'll be looking forward to Craig's next two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698985052761467524-5459761043705858685?l=paulonfilm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/feeds/5459761043705858685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=698985052761467524&amp;postID=5459761043705858685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5459761043705858685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698985052761467524/posts/default/5459761043705858685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulonfilm.blogspot.com/2006/11/casino-royale.html' title='Casino Royale'/><author><name>P. 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