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One of the best actor-director collaborations of today, Martin Scorcese and Leonardo DiCaprio have established a successful filmmaking formula. It’s most impressive, then, watching the powerhouse duo take on narrative and cinematic challenges—and succeed.
NEW YORK — For all involved in the new psychological thriller Shutter Island, the film was, first and foremost, a discovery.
The Dude is in. Bad Blake is down and out.
Come Friday, Warner Brothers’ Valentine’s Day will be subjected to intense vitriol as only the best rom-coms are. But even the snowmageddon-bound victims of D.C. will want to make it out to this one. A synopsis.
Despite the cold January downpour outside, Amy Unell, Trinity ’03, recently entered the Alumni House, calm and collected. Her relaxed, engaging nature came as quite a shock, considering how large a project Unell has been quietly but firmly captaining over the past five months, an enterprise that has slowly expanded across Duke’s campus. Unell is finally achieving a dream she’s had ever since she took a class as a doe-eyed freshman from the Midwest. She’s telling the world the story of former Duke track head coach Al Buehler.
The most recently acclaimed offering from Romanian to burst onto the global cinema world in the past few years, Police, Adjective, maintains the wave’s stark and staunch realism. But this often comes at the expense of the audience’s enjoyment and interest.
For these two soldiers, “there is no such thing as a happy customer.”
The Academy is on the brink of being overtaken by the Na’vi.
As a film critic, it’s easy to become jaded: you review a film, note its strengths and weaknesses, the camerawork, the performances, all within (for me) 300 words. Thankfully, films like Precious: Based on the novel Push by Sapphire arrive and so thoroughly shake you to your core, evincing the incredible power of cinema.
The Hurt Locker This successful Iraq movie has been gaining steam in the awards circuit, especially for director Kathryn Bigelow and lead Jeremy Renner. Overshadowed by much of the summer’s louder and overly violent action fare, The Hurt Locker is a tense, gripping story about U.S. Army soldiers who defuse bombs and quell insurgency.
I don’t know why I’m admitting this, but I watched Waterworld this past weekend.
That Evening Sun is a rare example of a film that captures the true essence of the South.
At a quiet apartment complex Monday, Durham played host to the North Carolina premiere of an indie festival favorite. That Evening Sun, a Southern Gothic tale of a Tennessee farmer returning home that has garnered Oscar buzz for star Hal Holbrook, screened this past Monday to a class of Duke students.
Birds of Avalon, fresh off a tour of the southern and central United States, has finally flown home.
Traditionally, one of the best parts of Halloween is putting on a costume, which means adopting another identity—splitting your personality, if you will. Some, however, are lucky enough to not have to dress up to discover their doppelganger. Whether it’s because their egos are so large that one normal identity can’t contain them, or a demon has been unleashed inside of them or they’re just bored. Everyone from the most famous celebrities to mere students have fallen under the curse of multiple personality disorder. Jekyll and Hyde were the trendsetters, the Madonnas of schizophrenia. Theirs is a rare case of physical transformation, unless you include early and late Barry Bonds. Today’s popular music is rife with the phenomenon: there’s Beyonce, turned by a post-“Crazy in Love” explosion into the demonic and less talented Sasha Fierce. There’s regular, everyday sweetheart Miley Cyrus (she’s just this girl that’s rocking kicks!) and superstar blonde Hannah Montana, famous for a kids’ TV show and not posing for Annie Leibovitz. If you didn’t get the reference the first time, T.I. became T.I.P., pitting self against self. Wonder what kind of envy Freud would call that. Bowie’s a good one. He was David Bowie, Ziggy Stardust—homosexual space alien—and the Thin White Duke, a period in which he supposedly doesn’t remember because of all the coke (doubt anyone here could relate to that). Some bridge their personalities within genre, but Joaquin Phoenix made the unprecedented move from actor to rapper/full-time beard. Think showers in those sunglasses? Does he shower? What mysteries do these personalities procure? Who else has an evil twin that goes bump in the night? And might they even be other Duke students, even your own roommate? We here at recess know of at least one: our editor, Andrew Hibbard, who moonlights as radio personality Ira Glass. Some people don’t need Halloween costumes.
If nothing else, Amelia reminds us of a time when America’s celebrities could back their star power with real talent.
NEW YORK, N.Y. — This past Saturday, two members of Duke’s film faculty showed their impressive work at the renowned New York Film Festival.
Fourteen years in the future, Second Life gets taken to a whole new level, and Bruce Willis rocks a toupee. Surrogates, yet another artificial intelligence action thriller, might sound intriguing, but the finished product is as superficial and superfluous as its robotic characters.
The Hangover has a bastard cousin. Its name is I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell.
