While Once Upon a Time in Mexico is a noble attempt to take the flagrantly ridiculous and blend it with the serious, that’s only worked once: John Woo’s The Killer.
Murray and Johansson play off each other perfectly, and director Sofia Coppola masters the balancing act of making the city seem welcoming when the characters are together, and ominous and empty when they’re not.
A group of disgustingly cute forest creatures who, after being disgustingly cute for a few seconds, get garroted, sliced, and otherwise massacred by the end of the brief segment.
An ode to “low” culture, with splatter flicks, cheesy ’80s references, and appearances by such luminaries as Bam Margera and mega-low budget video queen Misty Mundae.
I didn’t need the cover art to tell me that MTV had something to do with this. It’s precisely the kind of self-conscious, slumming, incomprehensible attempt at “hipness” they’re constantly trying to sell.
Watching this is like riding in a car with someone who’s learning how to drive stick: Go fast, stop dead, talk, go fast again, talk more, go fast, stop cold.
The Two Towers has proven itself to be equal to the first of the series. It’s not exactly a different movie, it’s the next three hours of one nine-hour film.
Nothing angers a movie geek faster nowadays than remaking a classic. Although, it should be mentioned, the original The Italian Job wasn’t exactly a classic.
Mun was a blind woman fitted with corneas that allow her to notice the hundreds of ghosts walking around modern China. The weirdness takes off from there.