If you are here to read a strict review of the “Joaquin Phoenix documentary” you’ll have to go somewhere else. The film is operating on levels reminiscent of The Brothers Bloom because you have no idea how to differentiate between reality and performance, and are left bereft of any concrete narrative to critique.
However, if you’re here searching for thoughts about the film, step right into my office.
My initial impression was that Phoenix was proclaiming his self-importance with the title I’m Still Here, a defiant cry to some crowd that, “You can’t hold me! I’m still here (bitches)!” This was supplanted by an interpretation more along lines of, “Uh…why are you talking about me like that? I’m still here.” At the film’s heart are the ways Phoenix sets himself up for the type of criticism he receives, and how much is fueled by celebrity culture.
First and foremost, Phoenix appears to have serious issues. I mean this not at all in a judgmental fashion, just as an interpretation of what appears on-screen. Phoenix performs a giddy jig at the prospect of a line of coke and two prostitutes; the way he speaks suggests one too many shots of rum; and the way he reacts to other people, in word and deed, does not suggest a sound mind. Silence follows him at the film’s end, but the rest of the time we see him as a crazed hobo crying, yelling, and consuming various substances. Continue reading
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Tagged acting, Ben Creech, Casey Affleck, David Letterman, Documentary, Drugs, Edward James Olmos, fake, hoax, illdoctrine, Jay Smooth, joaquin phoenix, mental health, Puff Daddy, rap, Sean Combs, South Park, The Lottery, The Prestige, Venice
My current spate of reviews come from the Edinburgh International Film Festival, where I believe I just encountered my first dreaded “festival film” which one writer described as:
“the submerged nine-tenths of the film production world that gets only one or two screenings in its lifetime, in a near-empty cinema in downtown Gdansk or wherever.”
I say this because watching Police, Adjective was more dull than spending three hours in hospital waiting room.*
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Tagged Banal, Boring, Children of Men, Death Proof, Draconian, Drama, Drugs, Edinburgh International Film Festival, EIFF, festival film, Inglourious Basterds, Law, Lumiere, Police, Police Adjective, Procedural, Quentin Tarantino, Richard Linklater, Romanian, Slacker, Slow, Unbreakable
:you can read part 1 here:
Trying to compare Ginger Snaps to Ginger Snaps Unleashed (released in the U.S. as Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed) is like trying to decide between Alien or Aliens: they are both good, but different. Ginger Snaps Unleashed picks up where the first left off. And no, there are no silly gimmicks, there really is continuity between the two (even the same actresses return). Continue reading
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Tagged canada, Cinema, Comedy, Drama, Drugs, Emily Perkins, Evil Dead 2, feminism, feminist, Fright Night 2, Ginger Snaps, Ginger Snaps 2, Ginger Snaps 2 Unleashed, Ginger Snaps II, Girls, Hollywood, Horror, Katharine Isabelle, menstruation, Monkshood, Sex, Trilogy, violence, Werewolf, werewolves