Keeping up with the Smiths
At the risk of becoming a movie-review blog, I recently encountered Mr. and Mrs. Smith on cable. Yes, I know I should actually visit a movie theatre at some point, or at the very least get a Netflix subscription. Well, shove it up your ass and listen to my story.
I was bothered by the amount of domestic violence that was displayed in this movie. Surely, a movie like War of the Roses would have taught us a lesson. In this day and age (halfway through 2006), a man must be arrested on a domestic violence call if there is any visible injury on the woman. She can have a nose bleed from stress, call the police and he'll go to jail. Not that he doesn't deserve to, mind you. I say lock the guy up.
But the point is that we cannot condone these scenes of violence just because they are movies, and especially not because they are portrayed as "comedy" or "sexy". If someone hits me in the midst of some passionate love, then I shall hope that they leave a mark, because the phone will be dialing 911 faster than you can say "put your clothes on and get the cops out here!"
Overall, I thought the action was decent, and the director never really bothers to stop for dialogue or pauses. It moves along briskly, which is an incredible relief these days in my old age. I didn't like the short pauses to capture the facial tics on Brad's face. These tics weren't comedic, they were like watching the RCA dog tilt his head at his master's voice. "Huh? Oh. Ah! Wha? Hmm." Very boring and forced.
The final action sequence is extremely marred by poor choreography, especially the slow-mo crap where they work together as a team to shoot the bad guys. Those tactics would never fly in any military or paramilitary formation. It was idiotic and foolish.
Look at the scene where they are inside the elevator (twice!), going up to the second floor of the Home shop at the end. You'll see Angie has a full MP5 or other machine gun. But getting in, she clearly has a hand gun. Coming out of the elevator at the bottom, she has a hand gun again. Kind of fun when you catch movie goofs by yourself, without having to watch twice, or be told.
I was bothered by the amount of domestic violence that was displayed in this movie. Surely, a movie like War of the Roses would have taught us a lesson. In this day and age (halfway through 2006), a man must be arrested on a domestic violence call if there is any visible injury on the woman. She can have a nose bleed from stress, call the police and he'll go to jail. Not that he doesn't deserve to, mind you. I say lock the guy up.
But the point is that we cannot condone these scenes of violence just because they are movies, and especially not because they are portrayed as "comedy" or "sexy". If someone hits me in the midst of some passionate love, then I shall hope that they leave a mark, because the phone will be dialing 911 faster than you can say "put your clothes on and get the cops out here!"
Overall, I thought the action was decent, and the director never really bothers to stop for dialogue or pauses. It moves along briskly, which is an incredible relief these days in my old age. I didn't like the short pauses to capture the facial tics on Brad's face. These tics weren't comedic, they were like watching the RCA dog tilt his head at his master's voice. "Huh? Oh. Ah! Wha? Hmm." Very boring and forced.
The final action sequence is extremely marred by poor choreography, especially the slow-mo crap where they work together as a team to shoot the bad guys. Those tactics would never fly in any military or paramilitary formation. It was idiotic and foolish.
Look at the scene where they are inside the elevator (twice!), going up to the second floor of the Home shop at the end. You'll see Angie has a full MP5 or other machine gun. But getting in, she clearly has a hand gun. Coming out of the elevator at the bottom, she has a hand gun again. Kind of fun when you catch movie goofs by yourself, without having to watch twice, or be told.
posted by T. Pascal | 12:30 PM
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