Living Out Loud
If you haven't already, you oughta see "Living Out Loud", with Danny DeVito and the only woman short enough to do a two-shot next to him, Holly Hunter. MPAA Rating R for langauge, brief nudity, and some general weirdness (GW)
I just love Holly Hunter. I was starting to wonder what had happened to her. She never calls. The single best Holly movie ever - "Always", opposite Richard Dreyfuss. A bit sappy, but sap never hurt anyone, eh? Say nothing of her "girl clothes."
Anyway,
While it gets a bit crude in places, language-wise (fahgedaboutit, it takes place in New Yawk, fer cryin' out loud, whaddya expect?), and thanks, but I really didn't want to see Holly Hunter nekkid, (well, maybe a little) it's an enjoyable movie for and about adults. The camera work is unobtrusive and well thought out, character development is exceptional, and while the story line is nothing extraordinary - a woman and a man, both under great life stresses, meet under reasonably ordinary circumstances, become friends, test the limits of their friendship, and in so doing, find the road that leads them back to themselves - the chemistry between Hunter and DeVito is palpable. These are two entirely credible actors, both of whom are well cast for this. After a few minutes, you're not watching a movie any more, you're almost eavesdropping. The direction is smooth and seamless, offering glimpses into the minds and hearts of the characters. Especially noteworthy are the "dream takes" where Hunter's character projects her fantasies and her depressions, but you're not in on the joke until she snaps back to reality.
One word of warning: This movie has tremendous potential for inappropriate laughter. I know because we sat two rows in front of that same @#%^?* guy again. There are six good laughs in this flick, at least as many knowing chuckles, but truckloads of irony and enough unrealized sexual tension between Hunter and DeVito to burn down a good size house. With an attached garage. Two car.
It's not a particularly funny or sweet movie, and you won't need a hanky, but you'll find yourself really caring about the people in it, and in my book you can't do much better than that. "What Dreams May Come" could only have dreamed about being a movie this good, if they had spent nearly as much money on a sceenplay and casting as they did on special effects.
When you get finished watching this, run right out and grab the soundtrack. Queen Latifah is at her absolute best here. First class stuff.
I gave "Living Out Loud" three cows.
I just love Holly Hunter. I was starting to wonder what had happened to her. She never calls. The single best Holly movie ever - "Always", opposite Richard Dreyfuss. A bit sappy, but sap never hurt anyone, eh? Say nothing of her "girl clothes."
Anyway,
While it gets a bit crude in places, language-wise (fahgedaboutit, it takes place in New Yawk, fer cryin' out loud, whaddya expect?), and thanks, but I really didn't want to see Holly Hunter nekkid, (well, maybe a little) it's an enjoyable movie for and about adults. The camera work is unobtrusive and well thought out, character development is exceptional, and while the story line is nothing extraordinary - a woman and a man, both under great life stresses, meet under reasonably ordinary circumstances, become friends, test the limits of their friendship, and in so doing, find the road that leads them back to themselves - the chemistry between Hunter and DeVito is palpable. These are two entirely credible actors, both of whom are well cast for this. After a few minutes, you're not watching a movie any more, you're almost eavesdropping. The direction is smooth and seamless, offering glimpses into the minds and hearts of the characters. Especially noteworthy are the "dream takes" where Hunter's character projects her fantasies and her depressions, but you're not in on the joke until she snaps back to reality.
One word of warning: This movie has tremendous potential for inappropriate laughter. I know because we sat two rows in front of that same @#%^?* guy again. There are six good laughs in this flick, at least as many knowing chuckles, but truckloads of irony and enough unrealized sexual tension between Hunter and DeVito to burn down a good size house. With an attached garage. Two car.
It's not a particularly funny or sweet movie, and you won't need a hanky, but you'll find yourself really caring about the people in it, and in my book you can't do much better than that. "What Dreams May Come" could only have dreamed about being a movie this good, if they had spent nearly as much money on a sceenplay and casting as they did on special effects.
When you get finished watching this, run right out and grab the soundtrack. Queen Latifah is at her absolute best here. First class stuff.
I gave "Living Out Loud" three cows.
