House of Gucci

 

  The House of Adlibs and bad accents.

House of Gucci has a lot in common with Ridley Scott's other film, All the Money in the World. In these two films, I have come to the conclusion that when it comes to crime drama, Ridley just doesn't have it. With the Alien franchise pretty much gone and unattractive sword and sandal flicks, Scott really has nowhere left to go but the crime drama. Something that his younger brother Tony Scott did a much better job. 

This film is a run-of-the-mill, cliche story about greed and power, which heavily relies more on the cliche than the source material of this true story.

A film's runtime is irrelevant when taking note of the pacing. There are very short 2 hr. and 30-minute movies and very long 1hr and 40-minute ones. House of Gucci is an over 2hr drag; Scott doesn't use his time well.

However, Scott can't take all the credit for the bad pacing. Majority of that goes to the bad accents that bring a detrimental distraction to the flow of the movie. Also, the obvious adlibs don't do anyone any favors. Was the script that bad? I was constantly dejected from this less than interesting true story.

There's a lot of time jumping in House of Gucci, but the look of the film never evolves from its dry opening act.

The performances range from outrageous to professional. All but Adam Driver and Pacino fall into the outrageous slot; they're the only two consistent performances. And Pacino delivers an impactful moment near the final act.

House of Gucci is not a campy or wild film. It's just bad, and the fault goes behind the camera. Scott wanted to make this true story more interesting than it was and for that, he had no sense of where this movie was going. All the Money in the World was a decent crime drama. He should have stopped there.

My Second Novel: Sea Breakers

 

The 22nd century is approaching. The sea took a lot and the sun burned many. The immortal Baby Boomers continue to rule and reign in this nationless world, under the American Sanctuary. The internet is gone. The meaning of life and death is gone. And the individual is now but a button on a large remote. There aren't many that have a say against these powers, but if there were, they would be the pirates.

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Little Things in Fright Night

      They say blame the parents. They say blame the teachers. They say blame the grandparents or family member. They even say blame the children. So, you have the parents blaming the teachers. The teachers blaming the parents. The parents blame there parents who blame there children, who grow up to blame there parents that blame the teacher who blames themselves, while the parents blame themselves leading the children to blame themselves and the grandparents and whole family blame themselves. While all this guilt and shame is being passed around like gravy, it's thee 'other guy' who's cashing in on all the bloodshed. It could be random people, mentors, psychology majors/ professors, or even vampires looking to swoop in and fill that whole.

Most people get the psychoanalyst, some get mentors, a few get that random asshole. But Charlie Brewster got a vampire. When the father isn't around, most sons try to fill those shoes in the family, but not Charlie, he sticks to the role of the son, in fact he's discipline to the role of the son and never diverts towards the protective father like presence with his mother. He goes to high school, lives a typical high schoolers' life, girlfriend, annoying friend. And a distant father figure, Peter Vincent, the Great Vampire Killer!, who he watches every night. Things are going great. Than one night, while car screeching noise comes from next door, pulling Charlie away from his season of fun and into a non stop nightmare of frights and terror and deception. Jerry, the neighborhood vampire, is the one to swoop in and steal the role of the father in Charlie's home. Charlie sees him at his true form and surprise, surprise no one believes him, but maybe Peter Vincent would believe him. 

    Well, turns out Peter Vincent is not who, obviously, he plays to be while obviously still pretending someone who he never really was. He's a cowardly, cheap, Z list actor who's getting canned because this is the 80's, the age of Dracula is over and the slasher has taken over. And he also doesn't believe Charlie until his pain and suffering from the taunts and tease of Jerry, starts projecting towards his friends and they have no choice but to cheaply bribe the reluctant hero Peter Vincent into action, bringing Charlie back up for air from this smothering. He doesn't care that he's a cowardly, cheap two bit actor, all he wants is for Peter to me near, so that he can see through the actors timidness and picture better that Great Vampire Killer. At the end, they kill the vampire, save the neighborhood, Charlie gains a father figure who entered first as wonderful friend.

Tenet : The Theater Strikes Back

       Blasting speakers sending shockwaves through your seat and shattering your ears; explosions and heart beats ricocheting off the walls and smacking the rose off your cheeks. As your gathered around fellow moviegoers, in all caps, the screen that over conquers any stylish home theater set up that a man cave can offer. If that short little message doesn't yank on your heart, then maybe your just a typical television zombie foaming at the mouth as you channel surf your life away with subpar Netflix movies. Or maybe your just someone looking to get out of the house and hopefully discovered how great the art in film is primarily presented in the theater, because I'm sorry to break it to you but the drive-in theater experience is not and never will be coming back to some centerfold. It's deader than dial up internet service. Just leftovers of sour spinach that you may chow on just to fill that growling beast inside. NO ONE IS GOING BACKWARDS IN TIME!.......... Well... unless your the characters in Tenet.

  "Don't try to understand it." About ten minutes or so into Christopher Nolan's new film, you will hear that line. Submit to that. Art and Logic are like oil and water, immiscible. Trying to reason your way into a film like Tenet will not give you insight or make you a smarter person. Actually, going into this film as a logically stiff person, I promise you won't feel a thing and that's the problem with logic and reasoning, which turns a person into madness. Like the Kenneth Branugh's ultra villainous character that would scare off every Bond villain there is, using age and experience as an formidable weapon to be empowered into becoming some type of man-god, which in the end devours him. And the protagonist, John David Washington character is a man of art, youthful and seeking to know, a glow with the flow type. This imaginative world will pummel you to the ground; ravaged but alive and still seeking for more.

     

Humanity of Blade Runner

Your walking to the grocery store to purchase a gallon of milk. Approaching the center entrance of the store, as you proceed to pull apart a shopping cart, you look down to discover your not wearing any shoes or socks?

    What does it mean to be a human? How do you even know what makes a human a human? Why are humans yearn for inhuman.? The replicants in the two Blade Runner films have better answer and yearning to be what humans don't want to be, alive. Replicants have a nature for the sanctity of human life, while humans do not and as a result it's made people feel immortal. The individual human believes that if they could write death off than they wouldn't really have to die. Replicants understand the finality of their life on earth and they embrace it every day. Euphemism is a human's god that is chosen daily, becoming a member of the good vibes only club. It's amazing how the flawed and broken fight more for Life than the purist humanist.

It's the Little Things in Jaws

   Mr. and Mrs. Martin and Ellen Brody, foreigners from a city life, along with their two children, move to a serene island community, monumentally unique to Martin Brody's loud environment as a city cop. Considering themselves outsiders, the Brody's were determined to enmesh this intriguing culture. A culture that likens to a nesting dolls: everyone knows everyone because the island lives in all them, linking one another, creating an empathetic nature among themselves.

    We must have this!, Ellen Brody desires to cultivate this nature. She starts by having her husband utter phrases to adopt the accent of the community, in the mornings. Mrs. Brody, in her nakedness, throws herself in, meeting from community leaders to the mayor to citizens. Still with all the grinding to be adopted into the culture is somewhat of failure.

   On a big beach day,  where all the townsfolk gather, she's finds her ultimate opportunity to enter the skin of an islander. Laid out on her beach towel in her black bathing suit, she takes this opportunity to speak with a long time dweller. She begs this woman: what more should I do. I want to be an Islander. How do I get in this? What must I do? What shouldn't I do? How? I want in desperately.

    Crushingly, the long time islander says bluntly, Never. Never ever, ever, ever. You will never be an Islander. You weren't born here, so you have place here. Acceptance is nonexistent. Your distinct background based on geography makes your presence hollow. The Brody's could only be tolerated. Life in destitute as forever distant foreigners. The End

What Happens If You Live?

       It's the middle of the day. You just got finished seeing an exhilarating film. Your mouth is full of the after taste of greasy buttered popcorn, along with an acid filled bitterness of a large soda stuck in your taste buds. If your me you gotta refresh that mouth with a delicious ice cold milkshake. A pumpkin pie, chocolate chip, cheesecake milkshake to be precise. Sucking up that tasty beverage.

    Before you can fully relish in your moment belly flourishing, your ear gets an abrupt tap. "Do you know where you'll end up when you die?"

Ahhhh.

 Why is the afterlife always the main focus of witnessing to non believers of  Christ?

  Say yes to Jesus. And then stay in the waiting room of pretending to be good person until you die.

 'Life and having it more abundantly'.
- John 10:10

       This Life Jesus is offering you is something you can have now, not later. The trueness of it amidst the cultural dreams and successful cycled lifestyles of dullness.

A Life where you pursue no one and nothing as you would like you pursue Jesus. There's another life out here for you and treasure's are endless, that not even a marriage, job, your business, or some sort of mental conditioning could give you. This Life is what Jesus is talking about and you can only find through Him alone.

'What if you die today or tomorrow?" they say.

Well what if you life 70 more years?

Seek Jesus. Serve God.

Be ungrateful. Don't settle for the half a gift. Take the fullness of it.