Showing posts with label films 2003. Show all posts
Showing posts with label films 2003. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Uptown Girls (2003): review: 8/10

No longer wealthy, a charming but unworldly girl loses her apartment. She moves in with a friend and has to change her attitudes to life and money.

She is also forced to take a job as the nanny to a spoiled, unhappy girl with strict, joyless attitudes; and whose father is in a coma, and whose mother is distant.

All the while she pursues an English guitar singer for romantic ends.

As a nanny, Murphy succeeds in bringing out gentler and warmer attitudes from her charge.

This is a sweet-tempered and intelligent film sustained by Murphy's charm and the well-directed central relationship between nanny and child.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Mayor of the Sunset Strip (2003): review: 4/10

Rodney Bingenheimer is a "sort of somebody" in LA, known to many stars, including David Bowie, Cher and Courtney Love.

The films interviews these people, Mr Bingenheimer's family, and Mr Bingenheimer himself, whose principle accomplishments seems to be playing records, running a bar, collecting autographs and meeting these celebrities.

He is a diminutive fellow, melancholy and tired- the films traces his interest in celebrities to his childhood abandonment by his mother.

The film suceeds in describing an LA of mindless celebrity idolatory and sad superficial relationships.

The film is overlong by half an hour. I suspect Bingenheimer seemed to offer more potential interest when the filmemakers were researching the film than transpired during its filming.


Thursday, December 9, 2010

Bukowski: Born Into This (2003): review: 6.5/10

Documentary tracing Bukowski's life through interviews with him, his publisher, ex-girlfriends and wife.

There are also hagiographic accounts from famous fans such as Tom Waits, Sean Penn, and the appalling self-regarding "Bono".

Ergo, the film functions primarily a celebration of the dissolute writer. However, there is one quite shocking piece of footage where, seated on a sofa beside his wife during an interview, he begins first to insult her, and then to kick her with his feet off the sofa. The films passes quickly from this incident as if it reveals nothing.

This shallowness is mirrored by by the films failure to attempt any critical evaluation of Bukowski's writing.