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Godfather Trilogy on Blu-Ray. Out today. Buy it today. (**********10/10)

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

That’s it, people. You can stop buying movies for the rest of your life. Because the ultimate movie item is now on sale. As of yesterday, September 23rd, DVDs have reached perfection, when Paramount Home Entertainment released The Godfather Trilogy on Blu-Ray. The greatest movie trilogy of all time is now available in the greatest Hi-Definition format of all time. And while you may not think at first that The Godfather movies are the kind that require Blu-Ray technology, you would be wrong. There are certain classic movies where Blu-Ray is an obvious improvement over the original transfers. Dark City, or Blade Runner. Movies that started out dark and require that crisp, clear picture.

But The Godfather really does change as well. These are three movies that I have seen dozens upon dozens of times, and yet watching them in Blu-Ray was a whole new experience. When you watch the scene where James Caan gets riddled with bullets, it’s like you’re one of the guys holding a machine gun. When Luca Brasi is rehearsing his speech outside Don Corleone’s office, you feel like he’s talking directly to you, the movie watcher, about this, the day of your daughter’s wedding. And when Michael takes Fredo out for a boat ride…well. You’ll just have to see to understand. And then you will agree. DVD movies have attained perfection with the release of The Godfather Trilogy on Blu-Ray. Throw out the rest of your collection. It is ALL now obsolete.

We Own The Night. Out now. (******6/10)

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

We Own the Night is decent, but not great. Gene Siskel used to say that a movie with great actors was only good if you would rather watch that movie than watch those same actors eat lunch. (Which is the big failing of the Ocean’s Twelve-Thirteen-through-Seventy-six series of films.) And I would certainly like to watch Joaquin Phoenix, Robert Duvall and Mark Wahlberg have a spirited conversation over lunch. Only slightly more would I like to watch this movie again. Now, usually that’s an analogy used for vanity pictures, like that Ocean’s series. Which I keep referencing for some reason. Either because I just watched The Assassination of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford, or because I have a poster of George Clooney in a wet T-Shirt looking down on me from above my computer. Boy, he’s dreamy.

The thing is, I can’t decide whether We Own the Night is a vanity picture or not. It seems like one, especially for Wahlberg and Phoenix, who seem to have played these characters many times before. They are brothers, Wahlberg a cop and Phoenix a night club owner. Duvall is their father, the chief of police. When Duvall and Wahlberg approach Phoenix to help them with some information that could lead to a major drug bust, he refuses to help. He wants to distance himself from the police life that is his family. So much so that he no longer goes by his family name, having chosen to use his mother’s name after her death. Wahlberg and his unit stage a raid on the bar, during which his brother is arrested. The cops are trying to nail a particularly unpleasant dealer named Vadim. Afterward, Wahlberg is attacked and almost killed by Vadim, who then tells Phoenix all about it - they have different last names, see, and this dealer does not know they are related. Then a bunch of stuff happens, brothers fighting brothers, brothers loving brothers, brothers sticking by their father, father sacrificing for the brothers…all kind of family stuff that sort of rings hollow.

The movie flows fine, the story works decently, and the performances by Joaquin Phoenix and Mark Wahlberg and Robert Duvall are pretty good. But that’s about it. The supporting cast is not great. Eva Mendes, as Phoienix’s girlfriend, is mostly useless, except as someone who can get upset at his actions. The bad-guy drug dealer is barely seen, barely in the movie, and certainly does not give off a sense of dread or of being dangerous. Except for his very long Steven Seagal-type pony tail. That means drug lord. Anyone with a pony tail is a drug lord. Or Steven Seagal. Or into aromatherapy. Whatever. In the end, there is not much to recommend this movie. And there is not much to say against it. So it’s just plain not much of a movie.