Speed:
"Pop quiz, hotshot. There's a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? What do you do?"
Been a few years since I've seen it and it still holds up. Great action movie from the 90's with a pretty original plot idea. [Speed 2. not so much] . Non-stop action from start to finish. You could tell Reeves and Bullock were going to be stars, just great chemistry. This was the pre-cgi era, so Reeves did almost all his own stunts including laying on his back on a go cart as he went under the moving bus, just one of 10 specially modified buses they used. And then we got the classic movie line "shoot the hostage!" which I've used plenty of times myself.
Billy Idol's "Speed" should've won the Oscar for the best song in a movie. One of my favorite all-time hits.
𝐍𝐲𝐚𝐝 (2023). Diana Nyad is the first swimmer to swim from Havana to Key West without a shark cage. She first attempted this feat in 1978, when she was 28, and finally succeeded at in 2013, when she was 64 (after five tries). This is an amazing feat. In this biopic she is played by the Oscar-nominated Annette Bening, and her friend / coach Bonnie is played by Jodie Foster: two of the greatest actresses of all time. Movies about sports are in the thousands, and they all, pretty much, follow the same formula: an underdog athlete(s) win(s) against all odds by sheer commitment, determination, willpower, and believing in oneself (talent is optional). From 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 and 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 to 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 and 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦, their success (movies, not athletes) depends on the athletes’ relatability and likability. This is probably the first movie where the athlete is perfectly unlikable, her achievement, commitment, determination, etc. be damned. Long-distance swimming is not a solitary endeavor: it requires a sizeable support team, and Nyad is accompanied by a boat full of staffers. She treats them all (including her coach) as expendables, clearly thinking it must be a great honor to accompany her in her heroic feat. She doesn’t give a hoot about their lives, she believes they exist to serve her. She gives them their due in the film’s dying moments when she emerges victorious on the Key West beach but that’s not enough for me to undo two hours of relentless self-aggrandizing and bitching. When is not swimming, she pronounces monologues about “destiny,” “not accepting defeat,” and “her name coming from the Greek water nymphs.” The film itself is not very interesting either, despite constant flashbacks to Nyad’s childhood: there is only so much screen time of a body in the water I can take. Not only did I not care for her ultimate success (which I knew was coming), I actually enjoyed the moments of her humiliation throughout the film; that’s how unpleasant she is. Both Bening and Foster are excellent, and Rhys Ifans is good too but at the end of the movie (which, incidentally, just wouldn’t stop, with endless real-life reels of Nyad basking in glory), I was left with a massive feeling of irritation. “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person” this ain’t. A more fitting description is: “couldn’t have happened to a bigger asshole.” And it’s boring. 4/10
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𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (2023). If the main criteria for art was how disturbing it is, this would be the most artistic film ever. It's disturbing, gross, and revolting. This is a mix of 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮, and, for all your Russian cinephiles, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐠. A daring experimenter, Dr. “God” Baxter (played by the horribly disfigured Willem Dafoe, who is even scarier here than he was as the Green Goblin) takes the brain of an infant girl and transplants it into the body of her mother that had committed suicide. The result is Bella Baxter (Emma Stone, fully deserving her Oscar), who progresses from a toddler to a grown woman through all phases of self-awareness: peeing on a floor, masturbation, quest for freedom, social adaptation, quest for social justice, quest for personal justice. Naturally, men start lusting over her, giving the story a clear aspect of реdорhiliа. At the end of her quest for freedom, Bella ends up right where she started, less naive but more determined not to be taken advantage of. All this takes place in a world that looks like it was dreamt up by H. G. Wells, Dali, and Gaudi: a super stylish elaboration on Victorian times, with its language and social norms, but also with flying machines (no steampunk though) and mindbending buildings.
The happy end is a little disappointing: there is an obvious twist that the moviemakers decided not to go for. But even more disappointing is the said makers’ conviction that modern viewers need to be hit in the face with the sledgehammer. There are no subtleties or nuances, no facial expressions of Hitchcock or Forman that tell you everything you need to know. The viewers are hosed with gore, guts (enough to please Cannibal Corpse), open crania (enough to please Carcass), lots of unerotic sex, and ample use of the fisheye lens. FWIW if you can get through the first 45 minutes, it gets less revolting but continues to be disturbing. I don't understand how anybody can think this film is funny: I only cracked a smile a couple of times at the sight of ridiculous outcomes of God's animal experimenting. I also fail to see how this film is feminist: unless you consider prostitution “feminist.” I also have to point out Mark Ruffalo's mediocre performance as a bastard who takes Bella on her voyage for self-discovery: he is the weakest link here. At the dotted line, it's actually a pretty good movie but I fully sympathize with your decision not to subject yourself to this horror show. It would be cool to see a TV version, with just the beautiful buildings. 6/10