
Maria, my brilliant wife, summed up District Nine in this way: there were ten nominations for Best Picture this year at the Oscars. And that pretty much hits the nail right on the head.

Maria, my brilliant wife, summed up District Nine in this way: there were ten nominations for Best Picture this year at the Oscars. And that pretty much hits the nail right on the head.
We were excited. We had been for weeks. We went at about one in the afternoon, to the box office, to get our tickets—well ahead of the 6:45 showing, and a good thing, too. The show was sold out by the time we came back at 6. The film was Shutter Island, the new thriller by film-maker Martin Scorsese and it promised to be very good.
State of Play, a review in three parts: it’s a thriller, it’s brilliantly acted, and it’s fun.
The Fourth Kind is a movie about alien abductions. It is also boring and contrived.
I like frightening movies. I also like aliens. When I first heard about a movie that placed aliens and people in frightening situations, I was excited. It could only get better if they added my other two favourite things, I thought: Bigfoot and ghosts. But instead of being scary, suspenseful, or even interesting, The Fourth Kind ended up being a waste of 98 perfectly good minutes of my life (and poor Maria’s, too).
If you’re familiar at all with the Coen brothers and haven’t seen Fargo, it falls, in tone and style, almost squarely between O Brother Where Art Thou and No Country for Old Men. That is to say, it’s unbelievably hilarious, but unnervingly dark. A dark comedy. A dark comedy of errors.
At its core, Fargo is a movie about very simple people making very simple choices and ending up in ever-more-incredible situations. It’s a comedy of crime and begins when one very poor choice, and spirals out of control from there.