We open at night, with MI6 agent Andy Osnard standing broodingly at a large window, looking out onto a city bridge in London and pondering. He is getting the "Siberia" of assignments, for a mishap we do not yet have all the details for. Andy get orders for Panama, he's taken a back, we then seem to understand his plight, a company screw-up in deed Andy...
Then we meet the tailor of Panama (Rush). He is giving his finest display of his renowned excellent service to a customer. The kind of service you'd pay to get from an Englishman tailor with a respected, high end boutique shop in Panama. Then we watch him, uh... tailoring? Sizing and cutting, there we go. Sped up a few more frames per second for us as Geoffrey Rush applies the smooth technique of making clothing, and making it very well. He looks every bit a tailor at work, and yet, holds a confidence about himself, that says something else to us as well. I liked how this film started off, not to mention the sultry Spanish orchestral jam, singing in our ear music the whole time.
I didn't mind it at all.
But wait! There's more!
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Thursday, July 8, 2010
Joie' De Vivre On Celluloid: The Tailor Of Panama
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A Review: The Green Zone (That's It, No Pun In The Title This Time)
Paul Greengrass is back again, importing his visuals and edits from the his take on the Bourne series, and using it very, if not more effectively here in The Green Zone, starring Matt Damon, Greg Kinnear, Amy Ryan and Brendan Gleeson.
While this film has unintentionally (or maybe not) pissed a hell of a lot of people off, it also accomplishes the feat of showing off something about a spot in our history, that is, unarguably, fact. We lied and made claims about WMD's (an abbreviation heard appr. 6,000 times in this film) in Iraq so we could go over there and pound the shit out them worse than some shady motel experiences I've had in the past. And after that, we fired their army, who had no real love of Saddam in the first place, and left them high dry, pissed, alienated and broke. Way to go America. And that's just the A-B of the film...
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