is the fourth of six movies that Jude Law is appearing in this fall.
I was initially glad about this because I think he's a really good
actor. But now it's getting to the point where I can't go to a bar
without him hopping on stage to sing karaoke. And it's always "Hey
is the best career move that some celebrities/performers/musicians
can make. With the exception of his role in The Blues Brothers,
I never really got into Ray Charles. I could always appreciate and
even admire the fact that the man got to where he was without the
use of his eyes, but that's about it.
Ray Charles dies and in a matter of a few short months later, there's
a movie about him. There's a sect of people that get into an artist
only after they die. It's like they feel guilty that they never appreciated
them when there were around. And suddenly the sales of knock-off best
of albums shoot through the roof.
it's that strategy that Universal Pictures used when releasing Ray,
the biopic of Ray Charles' life. It's all right. No matter how you
felt about the man, you've got to admit that Jaime Foxx does a damn
fine job of playing him; clinching off so as not to try and sound
like him during the musical numbers.
you're either a Ray Charles fan or a Jamie Foxx fan, Ray is worth
checking out, but that goes without saying. If you're just into going
to the movie, bring a cane, a pair of shades, and a cup of pencils.
On the chance that you feel ripped off, stand outside the theater
and you just may make your money back. And make sure you say "God
bless you, sir" after someone gives you some money. It's more
convincing that way.
comedies are a real gamble. Everybody's got a different definition
of what's funny. For instance, there are people out there who think
that White Chicks was funny. Then there are those who think
that something along the lines of Meet the Parents is a goddamned
there are the rest of us who like our comedy weird. Just out there.
Films like Adaptation and Bottle Rocket, with enough
craziness and randomness to leave us orbiting the earth, far enough
out to give us a vacation from conventional comedy but close enough
to Earth to give us a certain sense of security if we get too freaked
Heart Huckabee's is directed and co-written by David O. Russell,
who gave us such underrated classics as Three Kings and
Flirting With Disaster, both of which are great films in their
own right, but apparently a little too tame by Russell's standards.
But Huckabee's is out of the safety orbit.
a great movie. A film about a treehugger (Jason Schwartzman) who gets
a pair of existential detectives (Dustin Hoffman and Lily Tomlin)
to solve an odd set of coincidences in his life has a lot more going
for it than it lets on. Tack on a corporate stooge with his own agenda
(Jude Law), a philosophically confused firefighter with a personal
vendetta against petroleum products (Mark Wahlberg, in a show-stealing
performance), and a cameo from Shania Twain, and there's no stopping
Heart Huckabee's is as abnormally hilarious as it makes you think,
something that all entertainment should do on a low-voltage level.
But Huckabee's may be a little too clever for its own good.
If you're still paying off that Philosophy masters while working your
factory job, Huckabee's may offer some solace as you work on
the assembly line the next day. But those who consider themselves
deep thinkers after reading Tuesdays With Morrie may be blindsided
and ultimately disinterested by the time the credits roll.
know, in westerns, when there's some unbeatable gunslinger? Every
pissant within two hundred miles comes to town to take him on and
ends up in the ground less than a half hour later. That's what 95%
of recent horror movies are like to me. Trying to knock the greats
off the hill. I don't care anymore, so I
put me to sleep in a record six minutes and twenty-eight seconds.
I woke up to a married couple from Amherst, who were drinking cheap
corn liquor out of a paper bag and trying to have their way with me.
Button-fly pants saved the day once again, as it was the wife's uncontrolled
fiddling that alerted me to the situation. They shared their Snowcaps
with me and the husband offered me twenty bucks and a swig of his
booze if he could put his finger in me. I mentioned my nonexistent
hemorrhoids, and they bolted to the nearest TGIFridays.
that was scary.