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Created by Eugene Villar.My Lakbayan grade is C!
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Created by Eugene Villar.What keeps me coming back to this movie is Sofia Coppola's unique style. Whenever I watch this movie, I feel a warmth that is distinctly feminine, like the feeling of being hugged or being taken cared of when you're sick in bed. I love Scarlett Johansson in this; I just want to cuddle her and take care of her and marry her. And can Bill Murray get any better? It was a felt performance. Everybody in this movie, including the Japanese cast and extras, are so natural and so essential; there's not a wasted frame. The cinematography and the use of music are so appropriate and sublime. I remember watching this on DVD for the first time at 5 in the morning and still sleepy. The scene wherein Bill's character arrives in a strange, new city (Tokyo) at dawn, takes in the neon lights, and checks-in at his hotel, I thought, wow, the movie was able to capture how it really feels like, I having experienced the same thing not so long before. And Bill's inaudible message to Scarlett at the end with the Jesus and Mary Chain soundtrack? Genius. I think I'll be watching this movie again and again as long as I live, because it's such a personal experience that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Director: Richard Linklater
Year: 2003
What can I say? Great cast, great acting, great script, great music. Jack Black delivers one of the best and coolest performances this decade as the frenetic Dewey Finn / "Mr. Schneebley." There's not a boring moment in this movie, in which a failed rocker disguises himself as a substitute teacher and teaches his pupils how to play rock music (during school hours!) so that he could finally fulfill his rock dreams and win a battle of the bands contest. What makes me love this movie even more is the fact that I'm also a teacher. When my elementary students are tearing at each other and making me crazy, and they're just so cute and smart, I just think, jeez, this is the coolest job in the world.
I've read about the classic romantic comedy Ninotchka long before I finally caught it on TCM at 3 in the morning a few years back. The press surrounding the movie was mostly about film legend Greta Garbo finally laughing onscreen. Garbo was cool as ice. She always played this woman who was distant and unattainable, even in her silent films. When she finally spoke (in the 1930 movie Anna Christie), people heard a voice that matched her looks and she became a bigger star. Directed by the legendary Ernst Lubitsch, Ninotchka broke Garbo's icy demeanor, when halfway through the movie, she laughs. And laughs and laughs. More than the film's stars and their fantastic acting, I remember this movie fondly for its sparkling and witty script. Here is a scene wherein Garbo's stern Russian agent Nina Ivanovna Yakushova (aka Ninotchka) is being wooed by the very confident playboy Count Leon d'Algout, played by Melvyn Douglas:
INTERIOR, LIVING ROOM -- LEON'S APARTMENT Leon enters the room. Closes the door. Ninotchka is examining the room.
LEON
Well, may I offer you a drink, or how about something to eat?
NINOTCHKA
Thank you. I've had all the calories necessary for today.
Leon feels a little uncertain as to how to approach this creature.
NINOTCHKA
What do we do now?
LEON
We take off our hat and coat. (he takes her things) We sit down -- we make ourselves comfortable. We adjust ourselves to the prospect of a most enjoyable evening. We look at each other. We smile.
(Ninotchka doesn't respond)
Well... we don't smile. How about some music?
NINOTCHKA
Is that customary?
LEON
It helps. It has ever since King David wooed Bathsheba with the harp. As I am not so fortunate as to have my harp at hand, I shall turn on the radio.
NINOTCHKA (the observer)
I should say this room is eighteen by twenty-five.
LEON
Not too big and not too small. What I'd call the typical room of an average man. Or shall we say a little above average. Now if there are any special aspects you wish to study I have nothing to conceal. Just look around. That's my desk. Those are my books, and here am I. Where shall we begin?
NINOTCHKA
I will start with you.
LEON
That's great. I'm thirty-five years old. Just over six feet tall. I weigh a hundred and eighty-two pounds stripped.
NINOTCHKA
And what is your profession?
LEON
Keeping my body fit, keeping my mind alert, keeping my landlord appeased. That's a full-time job.
NINOTCHKA
And what do you do for mankind?
LEON
For mankind not a thing -- for womankind the record is not quite so bleak.
NINOTCHKA
You are something we do not have in Russia.
LEON
Thank you. Thank you.
NINOTCHKA
That is why I believe in the future of my country.
LEON
I begin to believe in it myself since I've met you. I still don't know what to make of it. It confuses me, it frightens me a little, but it fascinates me, Ninotchka.
NINOTCHKA
You pronounce it incorrectly. Ni-notchka.
LEON
Ni-notchka.
NINOTCHKA
That is correct.
LEON
Ninotchka, do you like me just a little bit?
NINOTCHKA
Your general appearance is not distasteful.
LEON
Thank you.
NINOTCHKA
Look at me. The whites of your eyes are clear. Your cornea is excellent.
LEON
Your cornea is terrific. Tell me -- you're so expert on things -- can it be that I'm falling in love with you?
NINOTCHKA
You are bringing in wrong values. Love is a romantic designation for a most ordinary biological, or shall we say chemical, process. A lot of nonsense is talked and written about it.
LEON
Oh, I see. What do you use instead?
NINOTCHKA
I acknowledge the existence of a natural impulse common to all.
LEON
What can I possibly do to encourage such an impulse in you?
NINOTCHKA
You don't have to do a thing. Chemically we are already quite sympathetic.
LEON (bewildered, and yet completely intrigued)
You're the most improbable creature I've ever met in my life, Ninotchka, Ninotchka...
NINOTCHKA
You repeat yourself.
LEON
I'd like to say it a thousand times.
NINOTCHKA
Don't do it, please.
LEON
I'm at a loss, Ninotchka. You must forgive me if I appear a little old-fashioned. After all, I'm just a poor bourgeois.
NINOTCHKA
It's never too late to change. I used to belong to the petty bourgeoisie myself. My father and mother wanted me to stay and work on the farm, but I preferred the bayonet.
LEON (bewildered)
The bayonet? Did you really?
NINOTCHKA
I was wounded before Warsaw.
LEON
Wounded? How?
NINOTCHKA
I was a sergeant in the Third Cavalry Brigade. Would you like to see my wound?
LEON (dumfounded)
I'd love to. (she pulls the blouse off her shoulder and shows him her scar)Tsk, tsk, tsk.
NINOTCHKA
A Polish lancer. I was sixteen.
LEON
Poor Ninotchka. Poor, poor Ninotchka.
NINOTCHKA (readjusting her blouse)
Don't pity me. Pity the Polish lancer. After all, I'm alive.
More and more puzzled and fascinated, Leon sits down close to her.
LEON
What kind of a girl are you, anyway?
NINOTCHKA
Just what you see. A tiny cog in the great wheel of evolution.
LEON
You're the most adorable cog I ever saw in my life. Ninotchka, Cogitska, let me confess something. Never did I dream I could feel like this toward a sergeant.
A clock strikes.
LEON
Do you hear that?
NINOTCHKA
It's twelve o'clock.
LEON
It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half. Look at the clock. One hand has met the other hand. They kiss. Isn't that wonderful?
NINOTCHKA
That's the way a clock works. There's nothing wonderful about it. You merely feel you must put yourself in a romantic mood to add to your exhilaration.
LEON
I can't possibly think of a better reason.
NINOTCHKA
It's false sentimentality.
LEON (trying desperately to make her mood more romantic)
You analyze everything out of existence. You analyze me out of existence. I won't let you. Love is not so simple. Ninotchka, Ninotchka, why do doves bill and coo? Why do snails, coldest of all creatures, circle interminably around each other? Why do moths fly hundreds of miles to find their mates? Why do flowers open their petals? Oh, Ninotchka, Ninotchka, surely you feel some slight symptom of the divine passion... a general warmth in the palms of your hands... a strange heaviness in your limbs... a burning of the lips that is not thirst but a thousand times more tantalizing, more exalting, than thirst? He pauses, waiting for the results of his speech.
NINOTCHKA
You are very talkative.
That is too much for Leon. He takes her into his arms and kisses her.
LEON
Was that talkative?
NINOTCHKA
No, that was restful. Again.
Leon kisses her again.
NINOTCHKA
Thank you.
LEON
Oh, my barbaric Ninotchka. My impossible, unromantic, statistical...
The telephone rings.
LEON (continuing)
Glorious, analytical...
NINOTCHKA
The telephone is ringing.
LEON
Oh, let it ring.
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Director: Alfonso Cuaron
Year: 2004
This is an example of a very mainstream movie that crossed over to the art film crowd. Many people actually did not like this installment at all. They say it's "too dark," "it's not the Hogwarts I know," or simply "different." Well, thank God for that! Helmed by the great Alfonso Cuaron, this is the only one in the four Harry Potter movies so far that doesn't scream "franchise." It's also the only one that actually took me somewhere else and made me feel the magic of the series. There are many great scenes and indelible images in this movie that are simply unforgettable, like the hippogriff and when it took Harry on a trip over that lake, and when they did that time warp thing. This is a great movie and I believe it will stand the test of time.
(Speaking of dark sequels, all of you should really re-watch George Miller's criminally underrated Babe: Pig In The City. I loved it when I first saw it back in the '90s, and I remember it more than the original Babe, but many people hated it because it was such the opposite of its very cheery predecessor. It deserves a critical re-evaluation).
After weeks of eyestrain and frequent trips to “le cinematheque du peuple,” here’s my list of the best movies of 2005. I made this list because I think most people think it was a bad year for movies; actually, it was a great one. There is not a single movie that defined the year (no LOTR or Chicago), but look at the names attached to the films below (couldn’t believe they all came out with films in 2005) and the sheer number of excellent (but below-the-radar) movies. Contrary to what the Oscars might have led you to believe, it was the best, most diverse, and most surprising line-up in years.
In preferential order
Munich (Steven Spielberg) – Spielberg’s best film since Schindler’s List (better than A.I., Catch Me If You Can, and Minority Report; Ryan who?). Except for kids in traumatic situations, the Spielberg touch is almost invisible, and all the better for it.
Star Wars Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith (George Lucas) – the most celebrated series in film has concluded, and only a few came to the party. My second favorite Star Wars film (after The Empire Strikes Back)
Kung-Fu Hustle (Stephen Chow) – Hong Kong, Tarantino, and Looney Tunes, in a blender
Sin City (Robert Rodriguez & Frank Miller, with Quentin Tarantino) – a groundbreaking stylish film that I think actually advanced the art form. Again, I feel this movie will grow in prominence over the years.
Red Eye (Wes Craven) – 2005’s tightest thriller that has no other artsy fartsy intention than to keep you glued and, well, thrilled
Brokeback Mountain (Ang Lee) – a well-crafted, envelope-pushing film whose press is bigger than what it actually is
Duma (Carroll Ballard) – shot on location in South Africa and Botswana, this flawed but very engaging adventure film about a boy and his pet cheetah (a cheetah!) has heart and visual splendor to spare
Not among the best, but notable nonetheless
In preferential order Disappointments Full Disclosure I haven’t seen the following talked-about films from 2005 (which could have affected my rankings above): Paradise Now (Hany Abu-Assad) The Squid & The Whale (Noah Baumbach) Enron: The Smartest Guys In the Room (Alex Gibney) Sophie Scholl: The Final days (Marc Rothemund) North Country (Niki Caro)
Originally posted April 2, 2006 in paolospen.blogs.friendster.com