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Babettes gæstebud (1987)
Wonderful stuff
If not the best movie ever made, "Babette's Feast" is certainly among the most loving. This is a wonderful exploration of the meaning of artistry, generosity, loyalty, and grace. Humor is mixed with tender longing; characters are treated with searching honesty but also deep respect. There are meditations here on memory, fate, old age and faithfulness. Marvellous camera work by cinematographer Henning Kristiansen: seldom have wrinkled faces looked so luminous in the candle-light. The meal is accompanied by delicious period music, Brahms, Mozart and simple folk hymns. Enjoy this feast for the eyes and the spirit, for as the General says: "Mercy and truth have met together, and righteousness and bliss shall kiss one another."
Die Another Day (2002)
The Worst Bond Ever?
No, not as long as we have to consider "Man With the Golden Gun"
or "Diamonds Are Forever" but "Die Another Day" is, nonetheless,
a stinker. Pierce Brosnan is still the best Bond since Connery. The
opening sequence is still the best part of the movie. Q and M are
still played by fine British actors. But the writing!
I can't remember when I've been so embarrassed for the hired
help who have to emit the kind of self-parodying rubbish that
passes for snappy one-liners in this film. The patter between Bond
and Jinx (when was a heroine's name so apt as for the dreadful
Ms Berry?) was supposed to reveal some kind of sexual tension
between the two but it had the audience in fits of giggles when I
saw it. The dialogue in the all-girl sword fight is even worse.
I'm glad this wasn't Brosnan's last Bond film because he deserves
to bow out in something far better than this.
Austin Powers in Goldmember (2002)
This Would Gag a Maggot
Please wake me when Mike Myers acquires a little integrity and puts this bow-wow of a series to sleep. All the ingenuity that was in the original (and Dr Evil WAS one of the great comic inventions of the decade) has by this sequel to a sequel to a parody dribbled away in a long line of excreta gags. Goldmember's accent is not Dutch; Fat Bastard was never funny; eating flakes of your own skin is not funny; and most movies actually do better when a plot is used.
Myers ought to be ashamed but I guess the cash-registers are ringing too loudly for him to hear the little voice in his head saying: "For love of humanity, stop!"
Bullet to Beijing (1995)
Close the door Palmer
Although it's always a pleasure to watch Michael Caine -- even in stinkers such as "Blame It On Rio" -- there was little fun in this lame attempt at resurrecting the under-paid and melancholy British agent of the 1960s Harry Palmer. "Bullet to Beijing" has holes in the plot you could drive the Trans-Siberian Express through, with little of the humor and none of the style of "The Ipcress File" or "Funeral in Berlin". Poor Harry deserved better than this.
Down Among the Z Men (1952)
A criminal waste of comedic talents
Flee from this stinker. The genius that was The Goon Show is not on display here. Milligan, Secombe and Sellers were never served more poorly by their material than in this dreadfully unfunny waste of film.