Where Dark City is visual escapism, The Matrix is testosterone brain candy!
If anyone can make 70s Italian splatter movies mainstream, Hopkins can.
If I had any idea what I was in for with this double feature, I would never have entered the theater.
Fortunately, filmmaking is generational. Scorsese’s baton has not fallen by Fincher.
These films find disparate people in desperate situations, and the frailty of human standards and spirits.
When they call Election “wicked satire,” they mean it. Rushmore wasn’t half as crass yet twice as funny.
That both of these successful films are independent gives one a giddy sense of grass roots pride.
Ushering in the new millennium of horror movies, one of these films is mighty, the other mediocre.
As if pulp from an unwritten Tom Clancy thriller, The Siege can be unsatisfying, unlike Arlington Road.
One is intellectual comedy, the other political intrigue. Both entertain.