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When Wolker published his poem “Pokora" (Humility), he had no idea that a mere thirty-six years later a spirited reply to how it feels to become smaller and smaller would come from across the ocean. Well that is really rather unpleasant, Jiří. Especially if you have any pets, a cellar with a tarantula and a big snake. Arnold’s picture may have aged in technical terms (but very little, in fact), but in terms of suspense and entertainment this movie is still at the height of its strength fifty years later... And if the opening thirty minutes had been a little better, I would certainly have awarded this five stars.

I am sincerely terrified about (read: really looking forward to) what Woo wants to demonstrate in the second half. This movie alone is already on the very brink of what the human eye is still capable of registering in terms of units, doves and slow-motion sequences. On the other hand, the slow-motion sequences are so frequent that I don’t doubt that if they were at regular speed, both parts of this story would fit into one movie alone. And, to my satisfaction, the spiteful wisdom of all of the positive characters considerably outweighs the malicious distain of the others. I would have been happier with an adaptation of a historical event rather than the renowned Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Also the absence of Chow Yun-Fat is disappointing, but Woo’s new favorites don’t stand still for a second. For a mere prolog where nothing really happens, this is very impressive (at least for the megalomaniacs among us). John Woo has slipped out of the grips of Hollywood in the most pleasant possible way. Via a high quality movie. And I accept this his apology note with great pleasure.

One hour would have been enough. Then nothing could have stopped me awarding a full five stars to this cynical Hitchcock movie. But after the initial barrage of entertaining, keen-edged dialogs (the scene on the veranda with Sam, Jennifer and her crazy son is so ingeniously written that it can’t be described in words), the humor drops off considerably. It is replaced by a bizarre, but unfortunately already hackneyed Hitch movie about a body that keeps on moving about. Over and over. A huge shame that the Master didn’t sow more seeds of black humor here. What resulted from that would certainly have certainly done no harm to his filmography. The Trouble with Harry is cynical... proof of that. P.S.: Herrmann’s “jocular" musical theme is reason alone to watch Harry.

“Waiting for Godot” in (anti)western guise, which despite my fondness for this genre never appealed to me. Gary Cooper may be excellent, but out of this parade of "weak" characters, I can only trust Chaney to act.

The magic about “Hellboy" for me was always in its short, punchy stories. In longer stories, his strength, atmosphere and links with myths and legends fades, like it or not. Then it has to be scotch-taped together with a quickly thought-up mythology that is as dull as it is shameful. Unfortunately, Del Toro took the this path the second time around too. You can see that he concentrated on every last detail of this, but in doing so he forgot about the main thing. Entertainment. Despite action and humor aplenty, it just doesn’t work, even with a ton of tongue in cheek humor. If it weren’t for the central trio and the Ireland trip at the end (you see legends work better in myth-rich parts of Europe than on neon-lit Manhattan), so despite its pleasant visual aspect and a few nice ideas here and there (singing over a beer), it falls apart like Sparta Football Club did at Camp Nou Stadium in Barcelona. It’s good to watch, you certainly won’t get bored, but when the final credits came up I found it hard to remember what in fact happened.

You can certainly feel the proclaimed “autobiographicalness" of this. Catherine and Marcello’s acting is outstanding. And the filming isn’t bad at all, either. So what’s wrong here? Nothing at all, in theory, but it just didn’t grab me one little bit. It seemed emotionally barren to me. While I’m sure that the author’s intention was exactly the opposite.

Val Kilmer is more Jim Morrison than Morrison himself. Every single hair in his mane flutters just the way it should. An incredible performance, but not the only one. For instance, Kyle MacLachlan doesn’t lag behind at all in terms of acting. Stone achieved the impossible and manages to put even the sober and un-spaced-out viewer into a psychedelic trance. And he leaves them to drift in the ocean of genius that are Morrison’s texts. Simply one genius takes a closer look at another genius, resulting in a work of genius that came so many horse lengths before its time that even seventeen years later it isn’t duly appreciated. And maybe it never will be, because maybe there is nothing timeless in the movie and only a couple of isolated viewers see it there. Who knows?

No. 5 is alive! And he still is, while his rust-bucket descendant, Wall-E, loses his life in the first half of this movie. This brutal murder was committed by the guys at Pixar because they were unable to come up with a sturdy storyline. Or that’s how I imagined things were after reading the reviews before watching. And fundamentally they are right. However, I didn’t mind at all, because those peepers with their constantly focusing lenses soon had me completely in their power. Too bad that the gala performance by the nicest animated character for the past several seasons is spoiled by the cursed human race. Paradoxically, Pixar gave the machines a soul, but not to people (I know that this was partially the intention, but still...). Inorganic beings in this movie are overflowing with feeling and spontaneity, while all organic forms are infuriating and deserve total eradication. Along with green activists. However, everywhere where the robots come out on top, a full set of stars isn’t enough, and, conversely, I would barely award three stars for the places where people make an appearance. Lucky that we see much more of robots in this movie.

“Sandman” for little ones about the protectors of children's dreams with an unforgettable pillow car and countless sheep. It is those ubiquitous sheep that I remember the most to this day. Nostalgia, you see.

“Sandman” for little ones about the protectors of children's dreams with an unforgettable pillow car and countless sheep. It is those ubiquitous sheep that I remember the most to this day. Nostalgia, you see.