We saw a few flicks over the Holidays.Â Real movie-making is still alive.
No Country for Old Men: I never thought anyone could capture the spare style and crazy violence of a Cormac McCarthy novel, but that was before the Coen Brothers.Â Yet it remains so much their flick.Â Man, the accents.
Atonement:Â First great epic since The English Patient, almost with its enormous sweep, but not quite.Â The shifts in time handled with absolute deftness.
Once:Â How fine to see such a simple Indie go to the top.Â There’s hope for film yet.Â Even my song-writing teenagers loved it.Â The scene with the piano at the end…
Superbad:Â WhatÂ an idiotic, vulgar, inane work of brilliance.Â Freaking hilarious.Â High school all over again.Â It even has class at the end–which I hope rubs off on the young actors (doesn’t always).Â The best line of the movie: “I am McLovin.”Â Â Damn.