Ohhh, this is the director's cut, too! "Cool, Considerate Men" just started.
To the right
Ever to the right
Never to the left
Forever to the right
"Oh, how I wish I had never seen the Continental Army! I would have done better to retire to the back country and to live in a wigwam. Your obedient...[drum roll] G. Washington."
In such COMPLETELY other news, Dario Argento fans should know that his third film (and his most interesting pre-DEEP RED movie) is out in a glorious transfer: FOUR FLIES ON GREY VELVET. This was considered a "lost movie" because while Paramount held the rights, they wouldn't give them up for anyone (at least at a reasonable price). The only available versions have been incredibly wretched bootleg copies - literally unwatchable (I know because I bought one) in a literal sense (some scenes you couldn't make out what was supposed to be happening).
Hey Frank, do you recommend Mother of Tears?
Hey Frank, do you recommend Mother of Tears
That's a difficult question to answer. There are beyond absurd aspects that I'm not sure were intended to be humorous, but are utterly ridiculous. Contrasted with that, it is EXTREMELY gory, in very nasty ways, especially when it comes to the female victims. I realized thinking about it that all of the deaths are very medieval in the old school sense (which the opening credits hint at): the men get hacked and slashed, and the women suffer more protracted, torturous fates.
It's definitely the liveliest Argento film in a long time, and, if you're a fan, worth watching. I mean, I saw it in the theater, and bought the DVD, but haven't gotten around to a second viewing (I bought it because I'm a completist on certain filmmakers, but I do want to give a second go at least). But I'm still not sure if I'd recommend it to anyone but a hardcore Argento-phile.
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The brunt of the criticism is directed at Moore's source material.
I think the writer of that review thinks himself a bit too clever.
I agree with leN's assessment, and it's a pretty meh piece overall -- but I did love the description of Dr. Manhattan:
buff, buck naked, and blue, like a porn star left overnight in a meat locker
The brunt of the criticism is directed at Moore's source material.
This is typical of Anthony Lane. I'm still more or less convinced that he fell asleep halfway through RotK and hasn't actually seen any SFF movie he's reviewed since.