When I was a child, I had lucid dreams about twice a year. I experienced around a dozen, and in my memory, each dream is still startling in its clarity. I remember manipulating the boundaries of my dream in order to make myself 2 inches tall, running through a field of skyscraping wildflowers. Once I dreamt myself into a space ship; another time I influenced the dream to make myself a detective like my hero, Hercule Poirot. I flew, I swam, I skated, I spun. I made my mother into a princess and my sister into a boy as the ultimate childhood revenge. My last lucid dream was in fifth grade, when I exploited the process to satisfy my growing boy-craziness by dreaming that all of the cute boys in my school were lined up to compliment and kiss me. I’ve always blamed myself for having used my imaginative powers for something so frivolous as, after that particularly gratifying reverie, I lost the ability to lucid dream. I have dearly missed those lucid dreams, yearning for the experience ever since.
Christopher Nolan recreated it for me.
This will not be a long review. I walked into Inception knowing as little as I possibly could about the film, especially given that I am a fiend for the Internet. I’m glad to have been able to enjoy the movie so virgin-brained, and I am loath to ruin that experience for you. So here’s what you get: Inception is a movie about a dream heist. And that is all you need to know. Continue reading
That’s right! Expect tomorrow’s review of Inception to go something like this: OMG SQUEE MARLA + JGL=TRU LUV 4EVS!!!!!!!!!!!!
In the meantime, le scoope!
The first full cast pic of The Walking Dead is so damned awesome, I can scarcely stand it. You can read the lineup of writers and directors for each episode at the link. Frank Darabont will have lots more involvement than previously suspected, thank goodness. (Read my review of Darabont’s The Mist here.)
Welcome back to the David Cronenberg Retrospective! Our next entry marks a transitional period for Sir Cronenberg, an evolution into the more accessible, character-driven stories that make up the latter part of his career. Cronenberg’s 1986 film The Fly, a remake of the 1958 flick by the same name, is a human story swathed in genre trappings. Really icky, awesome, genre trappings.
Welcome back to Remake vs. Original, wherein Hollywood must answer to my poison pen for their incessant remakes! I bring you:
Round One! The basics
Quarantine, USA, 2008. Written by John Erick Dowdle and Drew Dowdle. Directed by John Erick Dowdle. 89 minutes.
[rec]: I like titles with random punctuation. I also like titles that create uncertainty as to whether you’re actually referring to a movie when you mention it. “What do you mean, Pi? Pi-what?” +1
Quarantine: imdb gives 4 results to a search with this title. Snoozeville! -1
Not to be a traitor to my homeland, but Spain did *just* win the World Cup. [rec]: +1 Continue reading
Another day, another Marla-come-lately review. Since most of you have probably already seen Jaume Balagueró and Paco Plaza’s Spanish film [rec], I won’t take up too much of your time, particularly because I’m going to do a Remake vs. Original with this and the American remake Quarantine next week!
So: [rec]–it’s good, no?
We begin with footage from host Ángela Vidal’s (Manuela Velasco) Insomniac–style show titled While You Were Asleep. No, not While You Were Sleeping. That’s different. Ángela and her cameraman Pablo (Pablo Rosso) are filming a typical night in a fire station. They’re assigned to travel with appropriately yummy firefighters Manu (Ferran Terraza) and Álex (David Vert). They’re soon called to the scene of an apartment building, not yet understanding what the emergency entails. Ángela, Pablo, Manu and Álex are immediately locked in the apartment building with a police officer, a medical intern, a dozen anxious residents—oh yeah, and some straight up zombies. The surrounding police tell them that everything is under control, but is it?
IS IT?! (no.) Continue reading