Four Rooms is an anthology film. Meaning that four different directors got together and directed four different segments that they then combined into one film. So I am going to start off by saying that I did really enjoy it, but I am then going to break it down and talk about each room individually.
Drag Me to Hell sucks so much that it gives Dyson vacuums around the world an inferiority complex. Which really makes me unhappy because I love Sam Raimi. How can you not love the man that gave Bruce Campbell the line “Honey, you got real ugly.” But Sam wrote and directed this crapfest, so I guess no one is perfect.
What is wrong with Drag Me to Hell? Let me count the ways.
You see, the problem with George Clooney being an assassin is that he still looks like George Clooney. So a man who requires anonymity in order to be successful at his job would be walking around all anonymous and such with random women coming up to him and begging him to wear them like a necklace.
When deciding whether or not to watch a documentary, I always break the classic cliche, judging a book by it’s cover. Unfortunately, I tend to choose my documentaries based upon the title and my interest in what I believe the subject material is about. As you can imagine, this removes tons of well made and interesting documentaries from my “to see list”.
Joss Whedon. If that name does not instantly hook you, then I have some educating to do. I first was introduced to Joss Whedon by a vampire who goes by the name of Angel. I know what you are thinking, stupid vampires are only for tween girls. Well, I have news for you. The story arc of Angel literally begins season one, episode one and builds and is connected all the way to the last episode of the show. It requires thinking, and it uses very adult themes.
If you have never seen Ip Man, you are missing out on a little piece of film heaven. It is a “true” story of Ip Man (that’s his name folks, he is not a super hero). He brought Wing Chun kung fu to China, fought against the Japanese, fought against the British and then to top that all off trained a man by the name of Bruce Lee.
I didn’t go see this movie in the theater because you just never know what you are going to get with Travolta. Sometimes life is good and you get a Pulp Fiction or a Swordfish. Sometimes life is really bad and you get a Battlefield Earth. (Which, if viewed as a comedy about midgets vs. giants, is really quite funny.)
Let’s just get this out of the way: I love “Dude Movies.” You know, “Dude Movies”: heists, violence, drug rings, swearing, undercover cops; testosterone-laden, sometimes sardonic, glorious “Dude Movies”. Fight Club, Pulp Fiction, The Godfather, The Departed, The Usual Suspects, and now to add to my list: Staten Island. I know it looks like a Law and Order made-for-TV spinoff, but since when has a movie poster adequately advertised the actual movie experience?
A kung fu flick from 1978 produced in China by the Shaw Brothers. My guess is that most people have stopped reading after that first sentence. For everyone else, this movie is odd. First, the title talks about five deadly venoms. But there are only four protagonists throughout the film. Second, the dialog is so hideous I seriously contemplated turning off this film after about two minutes. But I couldn’t.
It’s happened to me before. I swelled with pride when Rudy got on that field and tackled his man. I still get a rush of adrenalin in The Last Dragon when Bruce Leeroy says “I am.” I felt righteous retribution when Inigo Montoya finally got to say “Prepare to die!” Every once in a while a movie comes along that gets me so emotionally invested in the characters that I want what they want. I feel what they feel. Defendor did that for me.