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...lines just as well, and for a fraction of the price. And Jeff Bridges—who most forget was also an Oscar nominee for “The Contender”—is just painful as Clooney’s drugged-out mentor, Lieutenant Colonel Bill Django. The use of the actors’ names here and not those of their characters is more than mere convention; the people who inhabit “The Men Who Stare at Goats” are so simplistic that there is no chance of the actors becoming subsumed in their...
Justin Thompson This guy plays like Django Reinhardt, croons like Chet Baker and writes like Fats Waller. Swinging out of Nashville, he is the rowdy Harry Connick...
...Leone films of the 1960s and '70s, which revitalized the genre and pretty much wore it out; this one is ordinary and borderline ornery. It lacks the verve of 3:10 to Yuma, the sullen sweep of Brad Pitt's Jesse James epic, the deranged energy of Sukiyaki Western Django, to name just three oaters from last year. But in its fidelity to western verities, Appaloosa may seem radical to today's viewers. At a time when images in all visual media bombard the brain, the western - the one original American film form - moves at the pensive pace...
...Happy and You Think It, Think Again and Stop Hitting Yourself. Stop Hitting Yourself. Why Are You Still Hitting Yourself? Pitka is famous, but, he thinks, not famous enough. Rather like the Sean Penn guitarist in Woody Allen's Sweet and Lowdown, who realizes he's no Django Reinhardt, Pitka rankles at being No. 2 to Chopra. His manager (John Oliver of The Daily Show) convinces him that he can get on Oprah if he can just restore the frayed marriage of Darren Roanoke (Romany Malko), a Toronto Maple Leafs star whose wife is having an affair with banana-schlonged...
...influence in Europe and Asia, Django got no Stateside release that I know about. In fact, few spaghetti Westerns beyond the Leones were released here. Americans stuck with the Duke through True Grit and patronized the anti-Westerns of Sam Peckinpah (notably The Wild Bunch) and Robert Altman (McCabe & Mrs. Miller, another snowy oater). And then, bang, the genre was dead. The setting, the pace, the moral stakes all seemed so very 19th century. When the Western is periodically revived, it's not from popular demand but from the antique obsessions of powerful filmmakers...