Director and screenwriter Anthony Minghella’s rendering of the 1955 Patricia Highsmith novel is at once a thoughtful character study, a faithful period piece, a subtle cautionary tale, a paean to the beauty of Italy, and an entertaining thriller. Mr. Minghella usually spends three to four years working on a film; The Talented Mr. Ripley feels like a life’s work.
I truly wanted to like this movie as The Accidental Tourist is one of those “little stories” – ordinary people struggling with the acceptance of a universal truth or wrestling with a great dilemma – that I am always drawn to. Unfortunately, the struggle here is so protracted that it becomes tedious, giving rise to my own struggle to keep my focus all the way to the final scenes.
Movies have been a source of sublime escape and magical myth-making for me for as long as I can remember. To pick just five top actors is tough. But here goes.
Director Michael Radford has given us a beautiful version of Shakespeare’s Merchant. Employing all the advantages of cinematic art, location filming, and technology, he offers up a stunning period piece in which practically every scene resembles a painting.
I recall seeing this film at the Bay Theatre in the West End of Vancouver when it came out in 1984 and being horrified by the portrayal of Mozart as a buffoon; all my illusions about this towering figure of classical music were shaken in those first few scenes of the movie.
This is one of those rare films that marries form and content and execution so perfectly that there is a stunned silence at the end of it, a silence that in a concert hall would be followed by an extended standing ovation. There are no tricks here, no special effects, no shocking twists of plot; there is only cinematic storytelling and acting at their very finest.
Stunning underwater scenes and movement caught in this teaser video from the upcoming film, Kainos, by Sarah Lee and Jeff Dotson.
We made a movie. That makes it sound so easy. But from my point of view, it was. I was surrounded by professionals who knew what they were doing. I stayed out of their way, called “action” and “cut”, gave the occasional note to the cast or to Becky, and watched everyone else work extremely hard.
No, that isn’t a typo. I’m aware of all the hype flying around about that other vintage sci fi series and its hot-shot new movie, but right now I couldn’t care less. Why? Because I just enjoyed one of the wonderful little moments that we fathers born in the early seventies can cherish: I just sat down and watched the original Star Wars (Episode IV) with my young son for the first time.
The august and sage members of the Academy of Insanely Devoted Moviegoers (that would be you) are invited to participate in nominations for the First Annual Life as a Human Award for Best Performance in a Feature Film.