I did three sculpted poems for tonight’s Flim, a cabaret night where a film is retold in various artforms. In my usual mode I sculpted these poems from film reviews by Roger Ebert.
DIE HARD (1988) 2 star review Rated R 132 minutes| Roger Ebert July 15, 1988 |
The idea has a certain allure to it: He is all that stands between them and their brains and a personality, and you’ve got a movie. shortly after makes his surprise entrance well-dressed and has a neatly trimmed beard and talks like an intellectual and thinks he is superior to the riffraff he has to associate with. He has a plan that has been devised with clockwork precision On a technical level, there’s a lot to be It’s when we get to some of the unnecessary adornments. As nearly as I can tell, only one purpose: to be consistently wrong at every step of the way. Thrillers like this need to be well-oiled machines, with not a single wasted moment. Inappropriate and wrongheaded interruptions reveal the fragile nature of the plot and prevent it from working.With him, it’s a mess, and that’s a shame, Here’s a suggestion for thrillermakers: You can’t go wrong if all of the characters in your movie are at least as intelligent as most of the characters in your audience.
DIE HARD 2: DIE HARDER (1990) 4 and ½ stars Rated R 124 minutes | Roger Ebert July 3, 1990 |
enters in a decathlon of violence, and he places first in every event, including fighting with the authorities., that I categorize as Bruised Forearm Movies, because when the movie is over your forearm is black-and-blue from where your date has grabbed it during the moments of suspense. Maybe because he combines a relatively athletic physique with the appearance and manner of Everyman. Here is a man who will not give up, who will not admit defeat, who doggedly carries on in the face of adversity., there is no choice. After all: “My wife is on that plane’’ so skillfully constructed develops a momentum that carries it past several credibility gaps. Would anyone have the means Even if he does bear an uncanny resemblance to Fidel Castro? On the other hand, I don’t care. during a summer when violence and mayhem are allowed to substitute for imagination and good writing, this is an especially well-crafted picture. It tells a story we can identify with, has a lot of interesting supporting characters, handles the action sequences with calm precision, and has a couple of scenes that are worth writing home about. This is a feature that will be severely edited before it becomes an in-flight movie. Watching the plane burst into flames on a runway, I knew intellectually that I was watching special effects, probably a fairly large and detailed model photographed in slow motion. But no matter. love it when a director finds a new way to show me something. has taken Hollywood commercial moviemaking, shaken it and given it new energy. They did the right thing: This is terrific entertainment.
DIE HARD WITH A VENGEANCE (1995) Rated R For Strong Violence and Pervasive Strong Language 130 minutes | Roger Ebert May 19, 1995 | 3 stars
Now there are movies that are essentially nothing but sensational stunt sequences, one after another, each one a feat of staging, until we’re reeling in our seats from input overload. the kind of movie where, toward the end, you start looking for the kitchen sink. “Does this mean I’m back on active duty?” I heard knowledgeable chuckles in the audience from those who appreciate the fine old traditions, such as that all hero cops are rogues who are either under suspension or heading for it. ordering him to stand on a Harlem street corner wearing a sandwich board bearing a motto that one would particularly hope not to be wearing in Harlem. seems to be everywhere and see everything, He has a purpose behind his behavior, it turns out he has a motive for singling out even has to decide which wires to snip. (There could be a little film festival on one of the cable channels, consisting of scenes where experts defuse bombs.) The motivation is ingenious, and I will not discuss it, uses a certain clipped precision of speech that makes everything he says sound basically a wind-up action toy, cleverly made, and delivered with high energy. That seems to me like a sane response.