Recall the movie Ghost when Sam Wheat (Swayze) sees himself lying on the street dead? That scene took only several seconds. In The Sixth Sense that movie curiously dragged on for 107 minutes to show the audience what it took Ghost only a few seconds to say – he’s dead! Recall the movie Big when Josh Baskin (Hanks) was driven to his mother’s home by his girlfriend Susan (Perkins) and after a few steps towards his home he becomes a kid. That scene only lasted several seconds. See where I am going here? Well, if you liked The Sixth Sense you might like sitting for a curious 168 minutes watching Benjamin Button also. My main complaint is the title. The title should have had something to do with time. Something like “A Curious Waste of Time.”
Bang, Boom, Runing, Driving,(Repeat again)... From the vantage point of the center of the top-row I saw nothing worth seeing. This is basically a Short Story with the SAME footage stretched and repeated over and over. It was like a cheap TV newsmagazine episode with those redundant identical repeated scenes shown before and after each commercial to make a 10 min. dateline news clip into a 1 hr. "Dateline" TV show. All that was missing was Stone Phillips, but even he would not be involved with this story. I suspect that when it was first edited it was only 30 min. long and then someone came up with the, “Vantage Point” idea and stretched it 1 hr. longer. This movie is nothing more than reruns of the first 15 min. spliced between a few min. of new footage. If this review is beginning to bore you because it keeps saying the same thing over and over and over again, then do not see this movie unless you need a 90 min nap. If you find this review to be action packed (Bang, Boom) then this is your kind of movie and you might enjoy the vantage point of front row center.
The subject matter involves teen-pregnancy which can raise concern among moviegoers about whether the producer and writer have an ulterior religious or political motive. Juno’s teen-pregnancy has no hidden agenda but rather the focus is on what this particular 16 yr. old high school student (“Juno,”played by Ellen Page) concludes what are, and are not, among her options. The primary support system guiding her decisions is basically her own notions of ethics and morals . Thus the stage is set for humor as she explores some of her ideas. Teen-pregnancy is not a funny subject but an inexperienced teen making important adult decisions for the first time can be. What makes this movie a comedy is the fine acting abilities of Page. She skillfully presents a slightly sarcastic, outspoken and determined teenager who continues to find herself having to determine whether to take a new direction and that is the humor of Juno. Page also delivers those moments of tenderness, warmth and concern which combine to make this otherwise “B” movie an “A.+”
The opening scenes paint a picture of a lone desperate character (Daniel Plainview, a “oil man,” played by Daniel Day-Lewis) engaged in a dangerous occupation in a remote terrain. A fuse is set, then an explosion followed by bodily injury. Our interest and curiosity is aroused from the start. The dangerous situations of the opening scenes are perhaps second only to the happenings of Wile E. Coyote and his Acme Co. "Rocked Sled," but this film is no comedy. This is drama. Day-Lewis projects a seemingly complex, driven, and intense character. His control of body language, tone of voice, the look in his eye and the expressions on his face continue to hold our attention throughout the film. Paul Dano delivers a supporting role (Eli, the local evangelist) that complements the lead. The look in Dano’s eyes, and his facial expression, when his character first meets the oil man played by Day-Lewis projects the look of someone who believes they know a truth unknown to the rest of us – 90% soft smile and 10% smirk. At that point a power struggle is established and the audience is set for a Rocket Sled ride. Each time someone sets-off Plainview’s fuse there will be drama -- explosions of anger followed by bodily injury.
Nicholson and Freeman have apparently retired from acting and have each sunken deep into their Easy Chair roles, or maybe this is the real them. Gone are the memorable lines and scenes once delivered from these icons. The Bucket List is no Hoffa, A Few Good Men, Driving Miss Daisy, or Glory. The Bucket List is just more of what we have already seen too much of from these two. Nicholson’s Good-Time Charlie with a bad temper and Freeman’s Godlike, all knowing and at peace with the world around him guru creature, are worn out and should die. The only new thing here is that their two predictable characters share the screen equally. It’s like a “Two for the price of one” sale when something becomes hard to sell otherwise. Shame on them and Rob Reiner for exploiting our love for these two actors with the subject matter of cancer.