Yes Man
A Series of Fortunate Events
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The peoples hath spoken and apparently the peoples don’t like their
Jim Carrey serious (
The Majestic,
Man on the Moon,
Eternal Sunshine… that movie was mad loved but he got no love) or scary (
The Number 23,
Lemony Snicket… possibly his single greatest performance/role). Well the peoples are flat(chested) out wrong (cept for probably in regards to
The #23, although we dont thinks anyone would admit to seeing it) cause Carrey is a wonderfully unique talent that always gives his audience 111% entertainment, regardless of the genre he’s acting up in, or if the movie’s actually any good. Obviously he’s at his best when dishing out the yuks, so since we all can agree on that then you’ll be as pleased as punch to know that his latest,
Yes Man, puts him right back where we want em, the laugh factory. The trailer makes it out to be
Liar Liar 2 (and in general a laaaaaame broad comedy), but this
Peyton Reed (
Bring It On,
Down With Love, and the writer of
The Back To The Future ride???) directed film based off of British journalist/funnyman
Danny Wallace‘s
book of the same name (
here’s an article about him and the movie) quickly surpasses it’s gimmickry and finds symmetry as a perfect Jim Carrey comedy, with a dash of rom sweetly added to the com. It’s all simple stuffs, but it’s simply funny stuffs, so what more could you ask for? Well you can forget about Carrey’s two generic onscreen BFFs (
Bradley Cooper and
Danny Masterson) and instead focus on the terrific trio supporting him: his lovely love interest (
Zooey Deschanel, back in our good graces after her poo faces in
The Happening), his grampy guru (
Terence Stamp, who everyone should
kneel before) and his bubbly boss who throws the bestest themed bashes (the thighlarious
Rhys Darby, for those who haven’t already been thighlaried by him as
Murray the always present manager on FOTC). With all these overly heavy award season movies clogging multiplexes and farthouse cinemas out there, it’s a pleasure to have a distraction like
Yes Man to say yes to. Wees hoping Carrey will one day say yes to a movie where he’s not allowed to talk. Can you imagine what he could do with a role like that? Yes we can
On Solid Sound: the Yes Man soundtrack rocks the cashbar, featuring 9 songs by the Eels (and their 2 bestest tunes ever, ‘Flyswatter’ [d] and ‘The Sound Of Fear’) and 4 by the Zooey’s band within the movie, Munchausen By Proxy. Click hear to here 2 of them Munchy tracks
Verdictgo: Jeepers Mos Def Worth A Peepers
Nothing But The Truth
A Source Subject
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The Valerie Plame affair practically begs itself to be turned into a movie (so does the David Beckham-
Rebecca Loos [NSFW] affair, on whatever the British equivalent of Cinemax is). And while we wait for
the Doug Liman-Nicole Kidman treatment to hit the big screen, take a dip with
Nothing But the Truth, a factually fictional fully functional film that delves deep down into the depths of journalism and their deep throats (what timing, with
Mark Felt‘s death).
The Contender director
Rod Lurie goes all
All The President’s Men and delivers an
All The President’s Men Against A Woman. That woman is Rachel Armstrong (
Kate Beckinsale, like we’ve never seen her before… mostly w/o make-up, trying to ‘ugly’ it up for your Academy consideration), a DC newspaper reporter who outs a CIA operative (
Vera Farmiga, secretly and not so secretly becoming one of our bestest young although not so young actresses around), whose husband publicly questioned the ultimately false information that lead the almost assassinated US President to wage war on Venezuela (what is this, a stripped from the
headlines
Law & Order episode?), and all HEL
L’Enfant plaza breaks loose. The govmint want to know who blabbed these govmint secrets and so they put special prosecutor
Matt Dillon in charge to bust balls (c’mon, this is the same guy who hired Bill Murray as his lawyer in a case vs
the two girls he took a NSFW champagne bath with!!!). Becks won’t reveal her source and a judge and Matt Dillon put her in jail until she talks the talks. They think she’ll eventually relent, but she has no intention of relenting and stays in jail not relenting. While she suffers, but stays tuffs on the inside,
Alan Alda as her lawyer (what, no Bill Murray?),
Angela Bassett as her editor and
Noah Wyle as like the newspaper’s lawyer or stuff try to get her out, and
David Schwimmer as her husband and
that kid from Dexter as her kid, but not from
Dexter try to live life w/o moms and her high ideals. The rest doesn’t exactly play out like reality, and that’s actually a good thing, cause having someone
nicknamed after a Muppet gettin a commuted sentence isn’t a very cinematic conclusion. It gets a lil twisty at the very end, but it’s one of them nice lil ones, not one of those M Night Shamaladingdong ones that make you want to throw women down a flight of stairs (we do not condone the throwing of women down a flight of stairs, but it is a phrase that pays)
No Plame Jane: dude, did you ever see the Plamester on the cover of FHM?
Verdictgo: Jeepers Mos Def Worth A Peepers
The Class
(Entre Les Murs)
To Sir With Love Mixed Feelings
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France has been very kind to us Freedom Fryers this year with its exports in
filmed film thingies (wtf Spain? you’re totally slacking!), and
The Class closes us out on a thigh note. Winner of this year’s
Palme d’Or,
The Class is about a inner city multicultural class and its outercity white bread teacher. The film is free of the usual Hollywood gangsta throw downs, as teach tries to make his students, even the unteachable ones, stand and almost deliver, until he reaches his own breaking point. If you had a friend and they were about to become a teacher but you really don’t think that they should become a teacher then you should take that person thinking about becoming a teacher to this movie that probably will make them not want to become a teacher… in France… in the inner city. We barely leave the confines of the school’s grounds, so it feels a bit like detention, one you pay for, and one you should pay to see
Sextuple Threat: writer/star François Bégaudeau was the lead singer of a punk band called Zabriskie Pont, wrote a fictional novel about Mick Jagger and is the movie critic for France’s Playboy. when this guy’s done with his life we’d like to have it
Verdictgo: Jeepers Mos Def Worth A Peepers
Yes Men opens everywhere today, while Truth rocks out in NY/LA, where The Class will play for one week only… before returning to NY/LA in late January
stay tuned kiddies, cause there’s plenty more reviews to come in the next week
and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…
13. Aug, 2009 
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