A Joel Schumacher film that is not utter shit! I mean, it’s not a masterpiece, but it is far better than <a Joel Schumacher film starring Nicolas Cage should be.
A private eye is hired to investigate whether some very disturbing porn is in fact a snuff movie. Joaquin Phoenix, Peter Stomare, Chris Bauer and James Gandolfini help round out a very sleazy looking cast. Scripted by Andrew Kevin Walker, who also gave us Se7en.
Indigènes AKA Days Of Glory
Celebrating the sacrifice of France’s North African soldiers in the Second World War. With Sami Bouajila, Jamel Debbouze, Samy Naceri, Roschdy Zem, Mélanie Laurent and Bernard Blancan, directed by Rachid Bouchareb.
I had high hopes for this minor 1989 thriller by Martin Campbell – defence lawyer Gary Oldman successfully gets rich kid Kevin Bacon acquitted of involvement in a series of murders, but later comes to suspect his client is involved in some very shady business – but it just does not pay off.
Writer/actor Joel Edgerton really can knock ‘em out, can’t he? Here he adds a director’s string to his bow, in a nails-down-a-blackboard tale of an awkward old school friend (Edgerton) reappearing in the life of Jason Bateman, who has returned to live in their old home town with his wife Rebecca Hall. Some dark shit ensues.
Hitchcock’s paean to peeping toms.