Cats Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut.
Was brilliant, I was very doubtful that I would like it more than Slaughterhouse 5 but I think I did. I was well into all the bokononism and the short chapters.
A Single Man, Tom Ford.
Was beautiful, it's set over 24 hours of what could be the last day of Colin Firths life. In the opening scenes we learn that Firths lover died in an accident 8 months ago and Firth has decided to put his affairs in order and commit suicide. I interpreted the film as showing the audience that it's the little things in life that it make it worth living which Ford shows using subtle colour changes throughout. The whole film looks wonderful and a cried well loads (a lot due to the beautiful soundtrack) much to my embarrassment. I also really loved the soundtrack, it reminded me a lot of the Fountain but I can't decide if that was a good or bad thing.
Eden Lake, James Watkins.
Eden Lake also made me cry but for pretty different reasons. As a general rule British horror films are probably my favourite, but Japanese are a close second. Anyway, I liked the gritty British harshness of Eden Lake, it wasn't perfect and by the end I was felt there were one too many coincidences which took away from what was otherwise a very real feeling film. Actually I thought it felt quite similar to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre in terms of its tone. In a nutshell, it centres around a couple who go away for a romantic weekend but it's ruined by some chavs. To start with they're just typical chavs, playing loud music and being crude and annoying, but things escalate and get violent. Again, much to my embarrassment I ended up in tears. I definitely won't be antagonising any chavs any time soon, well not that I would anyway, but certainly certainly not now.
Revolutionary Road, Sam Mendes.
I loved it, really really good. It focuses on the marriage of Frank and April Wheeler and the reality of the emptiness of the 'American dream. It's pretty bleak but compelling and brilliantly acted throughout. Michael Shannon is one of my favourite actors and as usual he was perfectly cast as the mentally ill son of Frank and Aprils estate agent.
The last half hour of Push, lord knows who
I caught the last half hour of this dreadful looking film, but seeing as I haven't seen it all I can't judge it too harshly. It involved a bunch of Chinese men having some kind of screaming power that hurt everyones ears and Chris Evans dying and then not dying and having some kind of love interest with what was maybe a robot girl??? I didn't have a clue what was going on but it didn't look great. At least Chris Evans is still hot.
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