The Final Cut
I don't know how I missed this movie when it came out. Robin Williams plays a "cutter", basically somebody who removes a microchip from people's heads after they die and distills their entire lives into a short sentimental film played at their funeral. GODAWFUL movie. One of the worst I've ever seen. It's got Mia Sorvino but she never takes off anything but a sweater.
The concept here had some promise. But Williams is so horrible in his role it just has zero chance of working. He's supposedly the best in the world at what he does, but when they show a "re-memory" he supposedly did it's so fucking stupid and inane I can't imagine any human being sitting through it.
There are a hundred opportunities for the movie to have some semblance of meaning -- the implication that his high profile client abused his daughter, the potential for espionage if everything a person says or sees is recorded, the possibility that people could be killed for their memories, the distasteful task of "cleaning up" a person's secret life, etc.. -- but those are all largely wasted in a horrifically bad performance by Williams, a laughable effort by Jim Caviezel's fake beard, a stupid ass back story about some childhood memory in William's past, the ridiculous pairing of Williams and Sorvino (who have less chemistry than Wilford Brimley and Richard Simmons would), an ignorant death scene and an utterly absurd side story about tattooed "anti-memory" clans.
GODAWFUL. Horrible movie. Utter shit.
Where the Wild Things Are
I would have preferred Spike Jonze simply film himself taking Maurice Sendak's book, ripping each page out and wiping his ass with it for two hours over this overstuffed, angst-ridden, bloated piece of crap that defiled a book I had a great affinity for as a child.
This movie took the simple meaning of Sendak's book, buried it in an avalanche of psycho-pop babble and then took a masssive shit on it.
The movie certainly wasn't for kids because it provides ABSOLUTELY no lesson or opportunity to grow. On top of that, the story is so slathered in morose adult moping (and he drops a few damn's and hell's in there to prove just how adult Spike really is) that no child would be willing to sit through the dreck. It was BORING.
Was it for adults? Nope. Boring again.
There was no meaning to the mayhem. At least out of Sendak's book I drew some meaning. In dealing with the monsters (all of which were essentially inside him), Max discovered a way to cope. He learned that being "king" really isn't all that great.
Maybe the movie attempted to convey that same sentiment, but it failed in a spectacular manner to do so.
I loved the book and was really looking forward to this movie. When I saw the initial returns (and watched a preview I considered to be shockingly badly done) I waited for the DVD. I wish now I'd skipped even that.
Piss poor effort. I don't think Jonze (why doesn't the bastard spell his name right) understood what the book was actually about.