“Even his imaginary network, called UBS, became a character, for which Chayefsky drafted a 23-person corporate hierarchy and an intricately detailed programming grid filled with shows bearing tantalizingly grotesque titles like “Death Squad,” “Killer Theater” and “Celebrity Checkers.””
(Source: The New York Times)
“I hope it’s not jumbo shrimp, because I’m allergic to oxymorons.”
Hanna takes this cake with ease. The real issue is I like pie. Berry. Cream. Whatever the fuck categories pumpkin or pecan fall under. There aren’t enough cream pies, frankly. I think the whole pie industry is spoiling in its own conservativeness. Mumbleberry cream is possible, people.
The metaphor extendz all the way to these two science-fictive attempts at originality. Source Code was like Moon only in the way the marketing campaign failed to speak to the content of the product. Meaning it was a zillion times better than it looked, but it just looked like Jake Gyllenhaal getting overpaid to forget to shave.
I felt the strangest feeling during SC, like I was about to get my mind blown at a any moment. Which never happened, which hurt my feelings. Final thought: spoiling the ending would only make you glad you didn’t pay to see it, which I didn’t.
We snuck in after paying for Hanna, past security that didn’t exist at The Grove two weeks ago. It’s a good thing I work out, as they installed a laser lattice leading up to an electrified vault, in which Pacific Theaters houses a dozen screens that show ads for Korean BBQ pre-previews.
All that is super-true and ultra-convincing, unlike Hanna, which is shot so nicely I often forgot that the titular star looks like she weighs 75 lbs. The toughest thing about her was that she never brushed her hair.
The best thing about Hanna was the soundtrack. The Chemical Brothers buried Daft Punk’s Tron under metric-tonnes of great ideas. The second best thing about Hanna was that part in Knocked Up where the guys are at the night club and are all like, “if we get laid tonight it’s because of Eric Bana in Munich.” Meaning Eric Bana was pretty Munich-y in Hanna.
Hanna definitely made me want to visit the Grimm’s house in Germany. The non-Blanchette villains were all hilarious and nonthreatening; basically they were on loan from Macgruber. The best thing about Hanna that wasn’t the soundtrack was the family belonging to the hot teacher from Rushmore.
Hanna 2: The Return of None of the Principles from the First Film should be about that family, for sure.
RALEIGH
Dudley suffers from a rare disorder combining the symptoms of amnesia, dyslexia and color-blindness, with a highly acute sense of hearing.
Dudley turns around suddenly and frowns.
RALEIGH (CONT’D)
There is also evidence of —
DUDLEY
I’m not color-blind, am I?
Raleigh looks to Dudley. He hesitates.
RALEIGH
I’m afraid you are.
The Butcher expresses this sentiment while his daughter duets with the new handyman, she on the cello, he on the saw. The handyman responds to an ad that is really a lure. The lure brings desperate workers to a desperate tenament, where the workers serve the building until the butcher kills them, wraps their meat in paper, and then literally serves the building, as well as the taxi driver that brings the workers and the mailmen that places the ad. What an incredible film.
