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...Kaavya Viswanathan, for her contributions to literature. 6.Cine-ass Andrew Bujalski, for really, you know, capturing the zeitgeist or whatever. 7. Pretzel-in-Chief Will Marra, for being a good sport. 8. God, for being cool with everyone thinking they’re Him. 9. Filmmaker James Toback, for somehow not being dead yet. 10. Sex blogger Lena Chen, for last night. — J. Chris Beam and Nick Summers are 2006 graduates from Columbia University and the founders and operators of www.ivygateblog.com...
...industrial stretch of flatlands east of Pisa, Cascina is hardly the postcard Italy of undulating olive groves. With an auto-parts store behind the cemetery and the stripped face of a gravel mine in the distance, the burial service last week somehow seemed more Texan than Tuscan. Summers was wearing a pink Wrangler cowboy shirt and black pants inside the closed white coffin now pulled beside the back of the black Mercedes hearse...
...film is handsomely mounted and well played (particularly by the always magical Binoche--such a wonderfully alert actress), but somehow it never draws one into its schemes. Possibly that's because Minghella (who also wrote the script) has too much on his mind--the costs of urban gentrification, the unhappinesses of émigré and bourgeois life. Minghella is a decent-minded filmmaker. And a liberal-minded one too. He wants his characters to emerge morally instructed and reasonably happy. But it's not a lofty goal, and this is a movie that plods while we keep hoping it will soar...
...epic, unconsciously risible filmmaking that imparts earnest metaphorical lessons about metaphysical topics, often enough from people who are painted blue or speaking a language that needs subtitles, or both, as in this film. Gibson is a primitive all right, but so were Cecil B. DeMille and D.W. Griffith, and somehow we survived their idiocies. Doubtless there will come a day when he joins them in the Valhalla of the vacuous. One or two more Apocalyptos ought to do the trick...
...somehow in the midst of all the carnage, Gibson manages to make a world full of bewildering, bloody beauty stunning in its scope. Aesthetically, the movie is magic—gruesome, gory magic perhaps, but powerfully depicted nonetheless. The city scenes in particular are extraordinary. The headdresses alone are worth more than their own astounding weight in cinematic gold, and the epic Mayan pyramids have never looked so outrageously good, whether in spite of or because of the heads and bodies bouncing down their infinite steps...