Sunday, October 18, 2009

A Celebration of "Along Came Polly"


"Along Came Polly" is on my short list of movies that I will always watch when they play on TV. It took me a couple of viewings to warm up to this movie, but now I could probably recite the script on command.

The movie follows the classic formula of uptight guy (Ben Stiller) meets free-spirit girl (Jennifer Aniston) and learns to be less uptight-ish. It has Debra Messing and Aniston, two primetime TV darlings, in one movie! It has Hank Azaria in a speedo, speaking in a French accent, talking about the "appy eepo!" (Carlos Ponce owes any compliment he gets on his speedo-sporting role in "Couples Retreat" to Azaria.) It has Philip Seymour Hoffman, before he started acting like a douc- I mean serious ac-tor, introducing the audience to the term "sharting."

True, you know what's going to happen, but "Polly" throws in so many scenes that you could never anticipate. How about a pick-up basketball game involving the nastiest guy ever to play for the "Skins" team? Or how about Stiller sweating bullets while eating Middle Eastern food because of his IBS? The over-the-top physical comedy, unrealistic visual effects, and real heart unexpectedly combine to make a fun movie.

The absolute highlight of this movie for me is the following quote by Stiller in his climactic attempt to win back his girl Aniston, "Since we have been together I have felt more uncomfortable, out of place, embarrassed, and just physically sick than I have in my entire life. But I couldn't have gone through that, I couldn't have thrown up 19 times in 48 days if I wasn't in love with you." Aww, swoon.

"Polly" is true cinematic comfort food. A night involving this movie, mac 'n' cheese, and maybe even a Snuggie would be a true winner. This movie consistently makes me happy and, in a world where you can't count on a lot of things, that's more than enough for me.

"New York"...It's Complicated


As I sit here in the coffee shop, the pressure is on to churn out a blog with a mere 50 minutes remaining on my computer's battery and not an electrical outlet in sight. So, let's jump on in.

I saw "New York, I Love You" which was the first movie I had been genuinely excited about during this cinematically dismal fall. My excitement was based mostly on the first movie in this new "series" of sorts, "Paris, Je T'aime" (released 2007) and not on my actual love for New York, which is love/hate at best. "Paris" was a collection of several short films, each representing an arrondissement, or quarter, of Paris. Each film was helmed by a different director and many were very very good (see: the final short with the American tourist in Paris) and some were just strange (see: Elijah Wood's section). As a whole, though, the movie is now a part of my all-time favorites.

So maybe it was all this self-made hype or perhaps this golden child, older sibling of "Paris" that made "New York" a bit underwhelming. Maybe it was the fact that it was (understandably) in English and not French like its predecessor. Whatever it was, I'm having trouble deciding how I feel about the movie.

I love that this series of movies has made short films accessible in mainstream movie theaters. I really enjoy being able to sample all sorts of directors without committing to 90 minutes or more of their work. I also love the inherent quirkiness of each short.

A big surprise for me was how much I enjoyed Ethan Hawke's performance. That little guy was so charming in his role that I almost forgot about the fact that he broke his real-life ex-wife, Uma Thurman's, heart a couple years ago. Let's see you redeem yourself like THAT, Ryan Phillippe.

By far, the best segment was directed by Brett Ratner. It involves a prom and a wheelchair and a scene that will have you thinking, "Am I really seeing this?!"

Two of the segments, one with Shia LaBeouf and the other set in Chinatown, seemed to drag on forever to the point where I just wanted them to end. That's the kind of feeling I expect in a trip to the DMV or a dental cleaning, but not in movies. That's not ok, "New York."

As a whole, this movie, which is made up of stories involving love, didn't elicit a real emotional reaction from me. It was interesting, beautiful at times, but I didn't feel a strong connection. In the world of love and relationships, I think this movie and I should just be friends.

Monday, August 10, 2009

"Funny" "Ugly" "Days of" "Julia"



As it turns out, having as much free time as I have had recently equals becoming an avid movie theater-goer. In the past two weeks, I have seen four movies and my little blogging brain has been going crazy trying to figure out what to write about each one. The pressure is almost unbearable so I've decided to cover all of them in one blog. Here they are in order of when I saw them.

Funny People
Oh Judd Apatow how I love you and what you've done for raunchy comedies. That being said, I was not crazy about this movie. I had a feeling from the previews that I would feel a little differently about this one than his past summer hits, "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" and "Knocked Up." "Funny People" has a different look than those movies and a more serious story line. There are plenty of laughs, some boobs, and lots of dick jokes, but not as many as usual. Since I love Apatow and all of the people in this movie so much, I think it's worth another try once it comes out on DVD. A good movie, but not as solid, or quote-worthy, as his previous efforts.

The Ugly Truth
At first, it seems like your basic chick flick, but any guy who gets dragged to this one on a date night will be pleasantly surprised. Perhaps knowing that "Funny People" wouldn't adequately fill this particular void in our lives this summer, this movie brings the raunch. I laughed out loud more during this movie than any in recent memory. Katherine Heigl plays an uptight single TV producer who takes dating advice from a real guy's guy, the ruggedly handsome Gerard Butler. As usual in chick flicks, most of the jokes are based on the inherent differences between Mars and Venus. What sets it apart are moments like a dinner scene involving Heigl and a pair of "special" panties that rivals a certain "When Harry Met Sally..." scene. Ultimately predictable or not, the movie is a winner.

(500) Days of Summer
Finally. A movie I can rate as 5 stars on Netflix. Yes, maybe I just gave away my review, but in the spirit of "(500) Days of Summer" I guess I'll do things a little out of order.

This adorable movie tells yet another story of "boy meets girl," but in a way all its own. It doesn't bother with chronological order, but instead jumps around, for example, from day 290 back to day 1 of the relationship between Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) and Summer (Zooey Deschanel). It's like "Memento" with brighter colors and more smiles.

What makes the story special is that it makes you really care about the characters and feel what they're feeling. At one point in the movie, I thought I might be in love with Summer because of all the beauty shots sprinkled in the movie. You feel as enamored with her as Tom, even though you know a little more about the future than he does.

Speaking of Tom - who knew that "3rd Rock From the Sun" would grow up to be so...dreamy? I would have lost that bet, but I probably would have been a good sport about it once I saw him. Get this guy some more work.

Creative, quirky, adorable, sad, a great soundtrack, and set in my future home of L.A. - what more could I ask for? See this movie.

Julie & Julia
Amy Adams? Love. Meryl Streep? Love. This movie? Like. The movie goes back and forth between the story of how Julia Child became a great chef and the story of how, 40 years later, New Yorker Julie Powell finds a calling. Julie is an office drone who goes to work every day with no sense of fulfillment. She decides to cook her way through Julia Child's "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" and blog about it. While I certainly understand and identify with Julie's twentysomething disillusionment with her non-career, watching her cook and blog isn't really that interesting.

Julia's story, which of course is set up to mirror Julie's, on the other hand, is actually pretty interesting. Streep is Julia Child - no question. From the way she carries herself to the accent; she's completely believable. The only thing I had trouble believing was Stanley Tucci as her husband. Tucci played her fabulously gay co-worker in "The Devil Wears Prada" and here it was hard to believe in his heterosexuality.

In the end, if the movie had been called "Julia," I think I would have enjoyed it more. Great actresses and beautiful food don't make for a bad night, just not a great night.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

I'm in love!


I feel anxious, unsettled, buzzing with energy. Did I just wake up from a nightmare, you wonder? No, I just watched the trailer for "(500) Days of Summer" and it looks like the cutest movie I've never seen. And yet, I must wait a long 2 weeks to finally see this cinematic gem. 2 weeks! *Sigh* To be young and in love...with a movie.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

If only my "Confessions" were this much fun


I planned to write a review of “Confessions of a Shopaholic” the first time I saw it. However, time got away from me and memories of the movie fell like grains of sand in an hourglass…or something like that. Whatever happened, I didn’t feel like I could write the review the movie deserved anymore. But that’s what makes a movie’s DVD release so exciting – a portion of the hype returns for just a little bit to get you excited enough to go out and buy that movie, or at least check it out. And like a marketer’s true dream consumer, that’s exactly what I did.

When I went into my first viewing I expected to come out with the stale taste of predictable chick flick in my mouth with sarcastic comments flying. And yet, I was pleasantly surprised. I knew that Isla Fisher, in the lead role of Rebecca, would be great. She proved that in “Wedding Crashers” and she’s married to Sacha Baron Cohen – how could she not be hilarious? I just worried that the material, based on a chick-lit book wouldn’t measure up. But watching the movie turned out to be akin to getting a double scoop waffle cone at the ice cream parlor: I felt a little guilty walking in, but once I saw all the flavors lined up and had the ice cream in my hand, that guilt disappeared and I just enjoyed myself.

The story follows Rebecca as she shops to her heart’s content for every unnecessary, furry, shiny, shimmery accessory she can get her hands on until she hears the D-word: Declined. From there, she finds a job to pay off her piles of debt writing for a financial magazine, “Successful Saving.” Is the irony lost on anyone? Anyone? There, Rebecca learns how to use her shopping prowess to give readers financial advice and, in the process (there is always an “in the process” with these kinds of movies, isn’t there?), she learns how to manage her own debt. As the audience, we learn that the hottest men work in financial publishing thanks to her dreamy boss played by Hugh Dancy.

While the movie is largely filled with scenes straight out of a Vogue fashion shoot or a fashionista’s dream sequence, there is heart to it, too. Rebecca has to hit rock bottom financially in order to figure out how to dig herself out. Though she does it in a rather unrealistic way, she does make the basic sacrifices required to stop her cycle of spending. Fisher’s physical comedy and total fearlessness to look a fool first make you cringe with embarrassment and then laugh until your stomach hurts. The movie isn’t without a little seriousness though. The most touching scene in this movie is a fight between Rebecca and her best friend that, shot handheld and containing so much emotion, could rival any dramatic independent film.

If you have to ask if the movie ends happily, I would respond, are the title letters written in hot pink? The answer is of course yes, too happily. But the predictable ending is just like the whipped cream on this ice cream cone of a movie: if you’re going to have ice cream in the first place, you might as well go all out. By the end of the movie, you’ve enjoyed yourself so much that you’re in no mood to be negative about any of its qualities really, and for someone like me, that’s one of the greatest effects a movie can have on you.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I don't just love this "Man," I'm head over heels with it!


I have to preface this review with one statement: This is a totally biased review where I may take into account cinematic aspects of the movie, or I may just gush over Paul Rudd, but either way this review will be glowing. This is a statement I could have made before I even saw the movie. There are some movies that I wait and wait for from the first time I see the trailer until opening day, 3 months later. Movies that I just know are meant for me. Mostly these movies involve Judd Apatow or someone from his amazingly awesome clique of awesomeness. "I Love You, Man" was one of these movies.

A primer on my love of Paul Rudd. Ahh Paul - we first met in 1995, when he played Josh in "Clueless." I was 10 and totally in love. I couldn't wait to go to college one day and meet a guy like Josh. So you see I have Paul to thank for my postsecondary education, and also my unrealistic expectations when it comes to men. He has stayed under the radar for most of his career, something that has sometimes made me angry with him, but no matter what movie he is in, no matter if it, as a whole, is not very good, Mr. Paul Rudd never fails to deliver.

He shines in "I Love You, Man" as Peter, a real estate agent, who has no dude friends. This deficiency only becomes apparent to his fiance when they get engaged and start thinking about the wedding party. Peter decides to find a best friend, and a best man. But just how does one go about finding friends as an adult? People expect you to want to hang out with them if you think they're attractive, but what if you just think they seem cool and you want to be friends? How do you do that? In this case, it seems, finding friends is a lot like finding love; it happens when you least expect it. After an awkward, and hilarious, montage of different man dates, Peter meets Sydney, played by Jason Segel.

A mini-primer on my new affection for Jason Segel. His 2008 movie "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" was another movie I anticipated and loved. And recently I became addicted to "How I Met Your Mother" starring Mr. Segel, so the review bias ante has been raised.

Peter and Sydney's relationship develops much like a romantic relationship, beginning with Peter's attempts to call Sydney for the first time. Peter is very straight-laced and could be described as uptight while Sydney lives on Venice Beach, has a man cave with 3 different TVs, and wears Uggs with board shorts. Ahh one of the most familiar romantic couple dynamics in movies: uptight guy meets free spirit gal, *see "Along Came Polly," "Two Weeks Notice," and "Garden State" to name a few. Of course, this case applies to two dudes which is where the term "bromantic comedy" comes from.

The movie's plot is very smart, but it's always the little things that the actors do and say in these movies that make them for me. Rudd carries a theme through the whole movie of his character just making up words when he gets nervous. Also, Rudd's physical humor is one of his greatest strengths, particularly when it comes to dancing. That dancing plus the line "slapping the bass" make for one of the biggest LOL-inducing moments in the movie. The pop culture references are also too much to handle. "Chocolat" and TV's Incredible Hulk in one movie? Are you kidding me?

After watching this movie, our first date if you will, I have to say that I like it so much that I would probably marry it. Unfortunately, people are closed-minded and human-film couples are still not considered equal under the law. And so I'll wait. I'll wait while listening to Rush and eating a summer salad. Totes Mcgotes.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

No need to RSVP to watch "Rachel Getting Married"


Sometimes I wish I could see the world the way an independent filmmaker does; not through rose-colored classes, but blue ones. Why are so many independent films shot with blue tones? Is this a shorthand for the audience? Hey you guys, this movie was made so on the cheap that we couldn't afford proper lighting, but doesn't it make everything look sad and depressing? "Rachel Getting Married" is very blue, but maybe in this film's case, the blue is part of the old wedding tradition, something old, something new...

The movie came out last year and garnered lots of critical acclaim for Anne Hathaway. It also garnered lots of mentions of what a departure the role was from her first in "The Princess Diaries." Boy, I'm sure that's got to be a great feeling, to be constantly reminded of where you started. That's kind of like a bunch of people following you around everywhere and pulling out pictures of you in high-waisted jeans and scrunchy socks everytime you wear something nice and saying "Look how far you've come! Remember how embarrassing this was?!"

The movie follows Hathaway, as Kim, as she returns home after a long stint in rehab for her sister, Rachel's, wedding. Kim may have been in rehab for a while, but we know she is not quite straight yet, what with her heavy black eyeliner and choppy black hair. She's very tough. Though the look is a bit of a cliché, Hathaway is convincing as a former user because she is the former user who grew up in an upper-class Connecticut family. The sisters have a complicated relationship. They're both jealous of one another for the attention they receive from their father. Yet, even when they are in the middle of a fight, they can end up laughing. I liked that the relationship was multi-dimensional, and that no matter what bad thing Kim has done in the past (and she did a pretty bad thing), they are still part of that strange bond called family.

Kim returns home to her pretty sister and their pretty home for the weekend activities of her sister's inexplicable Indian-themed wedding. Her sister is white and her fiancé is black and not once did I see a real Indian person in the movie. This leads me to believe that the choice of the theme was made just for the sake of being quirky. And if there's one thing I hate it's quirkiness for the sake of being quirky.

Kim and Rachel's parents are divorced and each are in a new relationship. Their mother is involved, but distant, and the audience begins to feel as frustrated about that relationship as the daughters do. The thing about the movie is that no character goes through a big change. Even though there is a climactic scene between Kim and her mother, it changes nothing. Kim may make some apologies during the weekend, but in the end, I think she is essentially the same person, just with a couple of blonde highlights in her choppy black bob.

By far the most annoying part of this movie, aside from the fact that it goes nowhere, is the wedding reception. In the middle of the Indian-themed reception, Brazilian Carnival dancers and drummers show up and the next 20 minutes play like an actual wedding video. I don't know anyone who likes to watch wedding videos except for the respective wedding's bride and groom. There is hardly any dialogue during this part and no story development. This editor must have laughed all the way to the bank. And as an added note, remember that this is all taking place in Connecticut. I think this must be the most ethnically diverse event to happen in Connecticut in...well, all of time actually.

Watching this movie, I went through some of the basic movements of the Twelves Steps program myself. First, I admitted I was powerless over the plot. Then I made a decision to turn my filmgoing experience over to the filmmakers. I then made a list of all the people I have ever harmed and promptly called them all during the movie so that I might earn some karmic retribution and the movie would improve. Finally I had a spiritual awakening that this movie was hopeless and promised to carry this message to other potential viewers. You don't need a movie that looks like it was shot by Veruca Salt. Follow the light(ing) to a better movie. You're worth it.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Ode to the Cineplex


Call me old-fashioned. Call me a traditionalist. Just call me. I love movie theaters. I can't get enough of 'em. I would go to watch a movie at the theater every day if I had both the money and two extra hours each day. It's always a great experience, even if there's a crying kid kicking your seat or you're squeezed next to a smelly total stranger. It's the movie theater! Give me stadium seating or the sloped seating or yesteryear. Sticky floors and fabric that oozes with the smell of decades of buttered popcorn. Unhappy minimum-wage-earning employees and perforated tickets. But I wouldn't miss the concession stand. Go ahead and take that.

Even though I'm a Netflix girl, watching a movie on my couch will never compare to a trip to the AMC; 19-inch tv notwithstanding. Netflix was invented specifically for movies starring the likes of Kate Hudson and Lindsay Lohan. Ones you would never pay good money for or would never want other people to see you watching.

But it seems that I am in the minority when it comes to my love. I've heard every excuse under the sun for why people hate movie theaters. They're too expensive; too noisy; sitting too close to the screen makes their neck hurt. Snap out of it people. The ability to go to the cinema is a privilege for which our predecessors fought long and hard for. I don't want to talk down to you. I know you've all heard about the time long ago when theaters were controlled by a monarchy known as Regal Cinemas, and well...you know the rest.

The point is turn off your DVRs, get out there, and live a little! The entire season of "Grey's Anatomy" will still be there tomorrow, but, let's face it, "Pink Panther 2" will only be in the theater one, maybe two weeks, and then you've missed your opportunity forever. Plus, you totally can't ride a rollercoaster on a film strip track at your house. Think about that.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

"Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day," which might be a day too long


"Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day" is based on a 1938 book by Winifred Watson. The movie rights were first sold to Universal in 1939 and the movie was released in 2008 so it only took 69 years for it to make its way to the screen. Usually its best for studios to really think about a project before starting production, but what can I say, sometimes they just get so excited about a film that it's full steam ahead. Talk about an impulse production...


"Miss Pettigrew" follows, well, Miss Pettigrew, played by Frances McDormand, through one day in which her circumstances are drastically changed. She evolves from a woman who can't keep a job as a nanny and gets her meals at soup kitchens to become the "social secretary" to actress Delysia LaFosse (Amy Adams).


The story is interesting when looking at both the time the book was written and the time the movie was released in regards to its lead character. Miss Pettigrew herself is a middle-aged, not terribly attractive woman and yet the story revolves around her. For the film's part, there is Amy Adams to bump up the sex appeal, and yet the story is still set squarely on Pettigrew's shoulders, a rarity for films these days. That may explain how this film got lost when it was released in theaters. It's not a very marketable movie because it is not predominantly a romantic comedy or a period piece. It's more of a fairy tale. For adults. Well, for adult women. Try and sell that.


The film couldn't look more authentic to the 1930s if the crew actually went back to that time period in a time machine and shot it. Everything from the sets to the costumes to the actors seem to fit so naturally. There is no feeling of actors "acting" like they're from the 1930s; you just accept that they are from that time. The camera work also echoes that of films made in the actual period. The film succeeds at fully transporting you to the 1930s.


While the film may look and feel authentic, in the end, the story is not particularly interesting. Delysia is a playa who crushes a lot. She juggles men in order to further her cause of becoming a star and must eventually choose the one who really loves her. Yawn. I'm glad Miss Pettigrew got to live for a day; at least someone had a good time during this film.




Sunday, January 25, 2009

What I'm looking forward to...


Just a little list of upcoming "theatrical releases" that I'm eagerly anticipating and which could very well find themselves on this blog.

1. Revolutionary Road (it's already out, I know - I must see it!)

2. He's Just Not That Into You (I have to be told again.)

3. Adventureland (the team behind Superbad? Yes please.)

4. I Love You, Man (Paul. Rudd. End of discussion.)

5. All About Steve (Sandra Bullock is back!)

6. Sunshine Cleaning (Amy Adams and Emily Blunt - these girls are too cool.)

7. 17 Again (Because it's time for an updated "Big")

Ok, that should hold me over for the next couple of months. You might notice that they're all comedies except for the first one which is a deeply depressing drama. I'm gonna need all those movies afterward just to get over "Revolutionary Road," but I hope it'll be worth it.

We're going panning for "Gold Diggers of 1933"


No, I'm not talking about the latest episode of "The Real Housewives," "Gold Diggers of 1933" is a Warner Bros. musical from, appropriately enough, 1933. It's black-and-white and stars Dick Powell, Ruby Keeler, and Ginger Rogers. The real draw though is that it was choreographed by Busby Berkeley, the king of 1930s musicals.

I have to admit that my renting this film was not entirely a pure act by a film graduate who wanted to refresh her knowledge of pre-code production. No, it was partially a sense of guilt that made me move this one to the top of my Netflix queue. You see, I have to mix up my films to balance out the cheesier, just-for-fun titles with more serious, or sometimes, just older fare. Being that my previous rental choice had been "The House Bunny" I felt a real need to rent something with a little more, er, um substance.

"Gold Diggers," whose title makes me think of "Gold Diggers: The Secret of Bear Mountain," starring my now-and-forever idol Christina Ricci, is a backstage musical. It's a show-within-a-show. It's, well, pretty much "42nd Street: Revisited." It was greenlit after the success of "42nd Street," also made at Warner Bros. and also starring much of the same cast. You see, you can't complain that "They don't make 'em like they used to" when you hear that "Halloween 15" is coming out because capitalizing on financial success by using familiar formulas has been Hollywood's game the whole time.

The film opens with the number "We're in the Money," which, in these "troubled economic times" might make you want to drive a blunt object through your eye. However, we soon realize that the film is set in 1933; in the middle of the Depression and that our stars are no more in the money than we are. This timing makes for an interesting viewing relationship.

We follow three heroines: Carol, Polly, and Trixie. You know what this means - I've got my names picked out for those triplets I'm going to have one day! These women are chorus girls on Broadway, but financial woes have prevented their last couple of shows from ever opening so now they're poor and sad. Poorness and sadness aside, they seem to live in a pretty nice apartment, as much as the film tries to convince me it's the slums. So it seems that the Hollywood theme of film and television characters living comfortably, far beyond their means, can be dated back to at least the '30s. Monica Geller, I'm looking at you.

Our girl Polly has been hooking up with a poor songwriter, Brad, played by Dick Powell, whose actions throughout the film make him the opposite of his first name. A play producer pitches an idea for a new show and hires the girls to star in it and Brad to write the music. From this point, that storyline is pretty much good to go. There is a secondary storyline, however, that pops up.

We find out that Brad may be a bit wealthier than he has let on. Some of his male family members disapprove when they find out about Polly and try to convince her that she cannot marry Brad. Because of a case of mistaken identity, Carol and Trixie end up fooling the two men who come to stop the marriage. What begins as a prank results in the girls wooing these two men, with Carol actually falling in love and Trixie very clearly just using her man, and pretty much getting whatever they ask for in either actions or material goods.

They are the gold diggers. At the end of the film, I started wondering whether to consider these women feminists or the complete opposite and I actually leaned toward the feminist side. These women are talented actresses with the ability to survive on their own with their work. When the two men come into the picture, however, they see an opportunity for more wealth. They use their intelligence and sexuality to get whatever they want; putting them in charge of the relationship; giving them the power. They don't need these men; they're just fun to have. As a side note, the girls from this 1930s film are actually much more feminist than the girls in "The House Bunny" (2008) which might make you think, or it might not.

The best parts of this movie are the musical numbers choreographed by Berkeley. They are grand in scope, creative, and executed perfectly. They begin as if they are actually being staged in the theater and then they turn into a dream world that could never fit inside a theater. They are the reason to watch this film. The numbers are of course just as good in the better-known "42nd Street" so that might be the movie to see instead. Unless of course you sense that you will, someday soon, find yourself amongst pretentious film majors. Then you must choose "Gold Diggers" or you will be accused of being too mainstream. The horror.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

What the heck is a "Slumdog Millionaire"...and where can I find one?

I've been hearing about this film for a while it seems. Everyone from my good friends to Meredith Vieira every morning on "The Today Show" have been telling me I need to see it. I resisted for a while as I do with most things that have a lot of hype surrounding them, but as I realized, some things have a lot of hype because they're actually good.

"Slumdog" had an uphill battle to win my affection. For starters, I was less-than-impressed when I first heard the title. Second, I knew that the director was Danny Boyle whose body of work, aside from including Ewan McGregor, is not my cup of tea. Third, it's about "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" in India - WTF? This sounds horrible. No I do not want to spend my disposable income watching an Indian version of Regis Philbin in "Bend it Like Slumdog." Thanks.

But then the movie swept the Golden Globes which can only mean good things for its chances at the Oscars. I hate feeling out of the loop and clips from the film started looking pretty good - it also doesn't hurt that I realized there was a love story involved - it gets chicks every time. So I decided that resistance was futile and my time to see it had come.

The film follows 18-year-old Jamal during his time as a contestant on India's "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" We quickly find out that Jamal has done very well on the game show and is close to winning the grand prize. However, people in charge of the show assume he has cheated and question how he has gotten all the right answers when he is just a "slumdog." The movie takes place in a series of flashbacks to his life starting as a grade-school-aged child. These flashbacks serve the purpose of driving the narrative but also are a very clever way of showing how Jamal has learned the answers to the questions on the show.

The film is, at many times, difficult to watch with its depictions of life in the slums and the by-products of that kind of hardship. The shots of the shacks and trash that make up the slums of Mumbai are grand and sweeping and in direct contrast to what is depicted within them. Jamal grows up and gets by with his brother Salim and Latika, a girl from the slums that he befriends and falls in love with from the time they meet as children. As in any good love story, however, Jamal and Latika are repeatedly pulled apart by outside forces. His mission then becomes not just to survive, but to find Latika again.

Stylistically, this movie is a little MTV-in-the-90s, trying to be very hip and very young. It's in line with Boyle's previous "The Beach" and "Trainspotting." The end of this film is also reminiscent of "Run Lola Run," with a character racing through a city accompanied by a techno music soundtrack and replacing Berlin with Mumbai.

If there's one thing Boyle likes more than the 90s and scatology (see the diving-into-the-toilet scene in "Trainspotting" and an early scene in "Slumdog") it's canted angles. Straight-on angles are very rarely used in the film. I know we should feel a little disoriented in these settings, particularly us as Western viewers, but too much of a canted angle becomes distracting and draws attention to the fact that we are watching a film; it breaks the suspension of disbelief.

The film is emotionally intense and diverse. The ending in particular will have you feeling one emotion and the next shot will completely change that in an abrupt, but profound way. Be sure to stay for the end credits. If you haven't heard about it already, I won't ruin it, but it was the perfect way to end this film.

In the end "Slumdog Millionaire" gets a solid 4.5 out of 5 stars. It is an incredible film whose flaws are so minute you wouldn't notice them if you weren't planning on writing a blog about them later. Go. See it. Thank me later. Oh yeah and you can thank the people who actually, you know, made the film too.

I think this blog thing is really catching on

It's official. I am now a blogger. I've joined the blogger nation. Suddenly I have all these questions: Should I use my blog to be subversive or mainstream? Good or evil? Ironic or genuine? Only time will tell really. As no-brainer as this blog seems to me now, the inspiration for it actually came from a conversation I had with a student at work. He asked me what I had majored in in school to which I said film studies. He then said, oh so do you blog about movies? And I had a total Oprah a-ha moment (trademarked I'm sure). I don't but of course I should, I thought to myself. And so here it is, a place for me to once again use my brain, to review and critique movies - all kinds from New Releases to ones that I Netflix out of obscurity. I won't write about my life here - let's face it, if you're my friend, you hear enough about it that you don't need a written companion on top of things. So hopefully you'll get a little entertainment out of this and most importantly feel more than free to comment and tell me why the Coen brothers are brilliant. I'll never convert to that school of thought, but I'd love to hear your opinions.