Some strong acting (Hilary Swank, for one, was wonderful. Completely forgot it was her in every scene). Strong directing (Brian de Palma’s been pretty much a god to me since the first time I saw “Body Double”). Really great illustration of noir. Good movie. But ultimately felt things moved a little bit slower than they could have.

There was one point in particular where a conversation between two people was being conducted soooo slowly and that was already 1h45 into the movie and I thought “This is GOOD, but it might go on forever…” (My dad disagrees; he quite liked the pacing.)

And if I haven’t mentioned it before, Aaron Eckhart’s picture is next to “yummy” in my dictionary…

Dreamy and nostalgic. You have to give in to the magic. But if you do, it’s quite enjoyable. Edward Norton is great. Magnetic. Paul Giamatti is also good.

The one false note for me in the movie was really the Crown Prince’s moustache. Perhaps it was real? But it was crooked, and I wanted to leap up there and rip it off for him!

It’s taken me awhile to get around to talking about this one. I really can’t recommend it.

I heard it described today as Garden State 2. I assure you, THAT it is NOT. Garden State being actually a pretty great movie. This being… well… Not.

Well acted, for what it was. The problems lie in the script/the plot/the actions.

Four “grown up” boys. Making bad decisions.

I certainly do not recommend seeing this on a date — I’d hate to witness the arguments afterward as to who made what mistakes and which ones were worse.

Oh poor Ingrid Bergman, just waiting for stupid Cary Grant to admit he loves you. Just admit it, fool!!!

And although to some I think this probably feels like a complete ending, I was left a little unresolved. Does he get her to the hospital on time?

Are we meant to assume that? Carlos and I were both scared it may have been too late! Maybe off-screen she is dead!

We’re still not sure which kiss was supposed to be the amazing 360-pan shot (heard ’round the world!) and felt none of them were filmed in such a way as to deserve a plug in the DVD description!

1943 Hitchcock. Totally creepy incestuous-feeling uncle/niece relationship (both named Charlie). Did this not feel incestuous to people in 1943? Icky from almost moment one.

Other odd relationships as well, which seem to grow by leaps and bounds in a single instant. You walk with me in the town square for five seconds…30 minutes later (watching time. a few days movie time), you haven’t seen me since, but you love me. Oh, those were the days.

*Carlos’ queue, not mine.

Intelligent. Sexy. Verbose. Bittersweet. Go!

I seriously cannot remember the last time I laughed this hard. I had to take my glasses off as tears were rolling down my face, I was doubled over, and at one point I think I almost passed out from lack of oxygen coming in due to large amounts of laughter going out.

This movie is so downright jaw-droppingly, rib-breakingly funny. Sooooooo funny. And not really sappy and sweet at all, as the previews seem to suggest.

I would love to describe the last 10 minutes of the movie for you just to give you the biggest laugh of your life, but you’ve got to go see this shit in the theater, yo. SOOOOOOOOO Fucking Funny.

Really not worth saying anything else about it. Good performances all around. Fun, fun, fun.

Not sure I know anyone else who saw this movie, but I thought it was really good. Reminded me a lot of No Way Out and Enemy of the State both of which I remember liking. Kim Basinger and Michael Douglas had scarily believable chemistry. Keifer was good. Even Eva was good. Thumbs up.

Very very fucking funny. A true return to form for Kevin Smith. My only caveat is that the Clerks dudes just aren’t quite as fun to watch as Jay & Silent Bob (where’s #2 of THAT movie, eh? THAT I would LOVE to see.). They’re a little bit more downtrodden. A little less willing to laugh at themselves. Although very willing for US to be laughing at them, right? 🙂 Really hilarious and at the same time, as my Dad put it, “incredibly vile.” Just what the doctor ordered.