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Titantic

Was this move really necessary? Maybe thats a loaded question. Are
any moves necessary? At their most fundimental level, moves are
an escape from your reality into the reality of the characters on
screen. You know, entertainment. Call me jaded, but I've come to
expect a little more from a movie, than to just be entertained. I
want something that moves me. Makes me stop and think. I want
something different.

I invested 3 hours and 15 minutes of my time watching Titantic, and I
thought I would've cared when the characters died.
My main qualm with Titantic lies in the fact that the story of
the ship is so well known that a script would have to be really
unique and creative to breathe new light into a tired idea.
Unfortunatly, Cameron does not suceed in this regaurd. Now maybe if
anyone besides Jim Cameron had made the movie I wouldn't be quite
so harsh. But a flat, lifeless movie coming from the man who
made a little piece of perfection called The Abyss amazes me.
Not only did the mediocre cast fumble through their disgustingly
trite and awkward dialogue, but they delivered it with
the charm of cardboard. Did I mention the oh-so-Cameronesqe
pacing, characters, climex and ending? This
movie was so format, it was pitiful. Did Cameron write it in his sleep?

Now that I'm through complaining over the bad script and terrible cast,
I'll give Titantic two concessions. It looked good. The movie was
like a very beautiful, yet stupid woman. On the outside you got
yourself a nice package, but the inside was quite pitifully hollow.
Except for the annoyingly grainy cast to the old ladies
flashback sequences, the ship appeared grand, beautiful, and realistic.
The sets and the shots were up to the standards I have come to expect
from Cameron. But you can only get the incredible sense of size and
tragedy by sitting in a theater and seeing it on the big screen. If you have
any intrest in seeing a bunch of people you don't care about
freeze to death, do so before Titantic leaves the theater- home viewing
won't do the movies' one redeeming feature justice.

Mouse Hunt

I did not really want to see this movie. I saw it because it was the
only thing showing at the right time. Considering how poorly this
is doing in the theaters, I suppose it has to be due to bad
trailors, and all the other big movies out right now. Kinda getting lost in
the mix. But Mouse Hunt is one of the most creative and humorous
movies I've seen in a long time. The script is as full of
priceless scenes and plot twists as the proverbial swiss cheese. With a
surprize ending, fantastic directing, and a hilarous cast, even I
can't find anything to critisize.

As Good As It Gets

Since this movie was perfect, I will devote this review to telling you
everything that made it so perfect.

First of all, and most importantly, James Brooks' script was
magnificent. I had never seen such a slice of bitingly witty reality. There
was not one line, one syllable I would change.

Secondly, in my opinion there are two hallmarks of good directing.
Either it looks so unique and creative your jaw hangs open in awe, or
you forget your watching a movie at all and its almost zen-like in its
abilitly to hyptonize you. As Good As It Gets was of the latter
persuasion, and I did not want the movie to end. I blinked in surprize as
the credits rolled at the end. I had forgotten I was watching a movie.

And then their is Jack. He, of course, made the movie with each of his
facial expressions, each arching of his trademark eyebrows
vaulted the movie further into Nirvana. The supporting cast of Hunt,
Kinnear, and Cuba Gooding Jr. could not have been better arranged. And
that pootch!
Let me sum up this movie- it's as good as they get.

Jackie Brown

Was Pulp Fiction the only good movie Tarantino had in him? Because
it sure seems like that, the more I see of him.
The first 5-10 minutes of a movie should contain something called a
"hook". It is a story-telling device used to grab the viewers attention. I
sat down to watch Jackie Brown and waited for the hook. Two hours
later as the ending credits rolled past, I realized I was still
waiting for the hook.

Jackie Brown lacked any sort of creativity what so ever. The script was
little more than a bad attempt to recapture the quirkiness of
Pulp Fiction. Tarantino indulgently paced this gluttonous caper to
showcase its chatty dialogue, which only serves to bore the viewer
because the dialogue is neither witty, nor humorous. The film was
weakened by its constant borrowing of plot devices from Pulp Fiction
which caused more of an irritation than a sense of "Tarantino" style. It
seems as though Tarantino is too busy trying to be Tarantino,
rather than exploring fresher, more unique ideas that are undoubtably
inside him.
Jackie Brown felt forced, a heavy-handed yoke of "Tarantino Style" on
the film, only suceeding in an inescapably lethargic mess that not
even the great cast could climb out from under.