D.Moore

A great film in every way, so great that I don't know what to praise first. Scott's precise direction, the performances of the two main actresses, Zimmer's great music, the cinematography, every shot of which looks amazing... Even the ending, which is criticized by many, is excellent, but I have to say that I would have liked the "alternative" (or rather slightly longer) ending, which can be seen among the bonuses, just as much.

"Decency is the best way to go." Jiří Sovák has a plan for the robbery of the century (or so his inner voice says). The cunning script by Jaroslav Dietl and Martin Frič, however, puts in his way a foolish girl played by the irresistible Iva Janžurová, the trickster Čestmír Řanda, the overly sympathetic, charming postmistress Milena Dvorská... And last but not least, his own conscience. The result was a very good comedy with decent suspense at the end.

This slapstick is definitely worth it, but only after the police chase. An amazing stunt behind a tram, escapades on a ladder, at the wheel of a steamboat – everything is perfect. But I think the only thing I liked from the first half was the ceremonial burial of the skunk-stained dress.

A delicious parodic black comedy (I imagine the Coen brothers would make something similar today). The scenes in the igloo and fishing were simply flawless.

This is one of my favorite Keaton slapstick films ever. A cannonade of ideas, starring a perfect ship with folding masts and chimney, which can even sail uphill and rotate around its own axis at the end. Buster manages to poke holes in it while sealing them up (with food), rescues his wife and two sons, and faces rough seas in a way that a glimpse of his work would drive any sea wolf crazy.

A strangely unsuccessful comedy. There are a number of excellent gags and scenes in Don't Know Anything But I'll Tell All that, if cut and played in any order, would make anyone laugh. Be it Bernard Blier's initial phone call, Richard's job-hunting for the Portuguese (and later the Bulgarian), the visit to the factory in disguise, the painting etude... There's a lot of them. And then there are the scenes that seem to have come from a completely different movie - especially the bleeding, shot-up teddy bear. But story that is supposed to connect them sucks, and that is the main problem. In fact, almost nothing happens in between those moments that can be considered interesting.

This comedy is meticulously crafted down to the smallest detail, with the wonderful duo of Jack Lemmon and Juliet Mills and the magnificent Clive Revill as a professional hotelier who solves every problem without blinking and only sleeps in the winter. He was the one I enjoyed the most. It says this film is "almost as good as Some Like It Hot". Nonsense. It's much better. Despite the length, it entertains from beginning to end, and the many types of humor make it a balanced cocktail that is easy to drink.

Maleficent gave me almost everything I once expected from Snow White with Julia Roberts as the evil queen. A notorious story imaginatively turned on its head, a magical world where the fairytale meets the darker fantasy stuff, as well as an amazing main character on whom everything is of course based. Angelina Jolie is great in the lead role. She is very pretty, she has no problem expressing any emotion, and every smile (there are not many, but they are there) is literally magical. Moreover, the film boasts a beautiful production design, as the rookie director obviously had a lot of visual ideas and James Newton Howard again pulled successful theme music out of his sleeve, the special effects are just right and the flashy digital ones are only occasionally there. The only thing that bothered me was probably the trio of fairy godmothers, especially since they stopped being digital, while the much talked about useless prince is a pretty good joke considering the original fairy tale (where he also does almost nothing because the fairies do most of the work for him).

This is such a carefree ride that its creators didn't even think it necessary to come up with a proper script. Plot-wise, it's about nothing, but the atmosphere is pretty good, especially thanks to the soundtrack and the shots of motorbikes whizzing through the American landscape. Jack Nicholson was the best of the bunch, and the prison and diner scenes were the only stops that didn't bore me. But they say it's a cult.

Black Priest Nick Cave ceased to be human around the year 2000. When he writes a song, he leaves a child alone in a room with a Mongolian psychopath and a unicycle clown he shoots, he doesn't remember much about the 1980s, and watches Scarface with his sons. It's definitely not a normal documentary (if it is a documentary), but it surprised me with its accessibility and especially its non-depressiveness. It shows Cave as a funny guy with an extremely charming look who used to do a lot of drugs, but today is happiest when he can write and hang out in the studio with Warren Ellis and the rest of his gang.