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The thing that I didn't like abut the movie was that how the people talk and the jobs they had selling drugs and also where they live.

The thing that I like about the movie was the music they have and how Jamaica is.-- Christina---

Movie : At least this movie is quite easy to understand, this is some sort of a sci-fi movie and it's won't happen
in real world (at least at our time). The acting is superb. It is not as complicated as the movie "Inception"
PQ : Very good at least the color is vibrant.
SQ : Very good too.
Overall: At least rent it first and buy it after you watched.

It was great fun reading this book. Wells had a real knack for telling compelling stories involving complicated scientific issues of his day. But the real force of this story lies in the underlying theological/philosophical issues he brings up and develops. Wells was definitely a Darwinian evolutionist, but he also seemed to have almost a prophetic vision for where this kind of thinking can lead. If man is the result of millions of years of random evolution, then why not perform vivisection on animals (and men?) in order to bring about a more perfect race of Man-beasts. Basically, Wells has provided us with a story that shows just how bad/wicked the evolutionary "story" is. Good story on a wicked story.

If man is the result of millions of years of random evolution, then why not perform vivisection on animals (and men?) in order to bring about a more perfect race of Man-beasts?

I have to agree that having invested in a home theatre with a projector it is annoying when purchasing a blue ray that says it is 2.35:1 but isnt during the complete film.

I only buy 2.35:1 films on blue ray and other formats on normal dvd for the 16.9 tv specifically because my projector screen is set-up for the 2.35 aspect ratio.

In the end and anti Catholic movie which shows fornication as something normal and romantic. A waste of time.

Philthy Mike wrote:Like all Chris Nolan movies, Following is overlong, dramatically inert, emotionally dead and needlessly complex. Looks great though and the premise is brilliant. But Nolan always, always puts his precious ideas above things like coherent, engaging storytelling.

Seriously, the most overrated director since sliced bread.

The Narrator Returns wrote:

Philthy Mike wrote:Like all Chris Nolan movies, Following is overlong, dramatically inert, emotionally dead and needlessly complex. Looks great though and the premise is brilliant. But Nolan always, always puts his precious ideas above things like coherent, engaging storytelling.

Seriously, the most overrated director since sliced bread.

Following is 70 minutes long.

Ishmael wrote:This WTF gem is a Netflix customer review of The Wind That Shakes the Barley:

In the end and anti Catholic movie which shows fornication as something normal and romantic. A waste of time.

Could be just a troll, I guess, but it's funny anyway.

MichaelB wrote:

Ishmael wrote:This WTF gem is a Netflix customer review of The Wind That Shakes the Barley:

In the end and anti Catholic movie which shows fornication as something normal and romantic. A waste of time.

Could be just a troll, I guess, but it's funny anyway.

I've seen the film twice, and I honestly don't remember any "fornication" - I daresay there might have been a bit, but it's not exactly pivotal.

Of course, Irish people never fornicated ever, especially not in the early 20th century. That James Joyce was just a rabble-rousing trouble-maker, and anti-Catholic with it.

The movie made me think of a close friend who I think is impotent. Two of his ex-girlfriends swear that he is. He sure loves to talk about sex. He talks about foreplay like it is intercourse. He brags about playing footsie with women. I get tired of hearing it so I tell him to shut up. I try to explain that he has done nothing to brag about. He got defensive once and whined "you don't understand positioning". I told him he doesn't understand positions.

All of which means that listening to a song by the peppy piano-pop Brooklyn trio feels a little bit like stumbling unexpectedly into a Broadway musical (let's say Movin' Out; singer Ben Thornewill sings like a man who owns a Billy Joel record or two) at that precise moment when everyone breaks into song. If you're the sort of person who can suspend the necessary cynicism when this happens in the movies, then maybe you'll go for their brand of hyperactively hooky power-pop. But if you have ever wondered such apt questions as, "How do these people know all the words?" or "When did they find the time to practice these dances steps?" and "Why wasn't I invited to the practices?" you are probably the sort of person who should steer clear of their latest record, Safe Travels.

The more that I watch of the 1970s New German Cinema (Das Neue Kino) the more manifest it becomes that, despite the usual namedropping of Wim Wenders, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, and Werner Herzog as a trio, it truly was only a one man movement, and Herzog is and was so far above and cinematically dominant over his two rivals that to speak of the lesser two in the same breath as Herzog is like mentioning the Gawain poet whilst going on of John Donne's or William Shakespeare's poetic skills.
This is abundantly clear in lightweight films like the 1980 pseudo-documentary Lightning Over Water, directed by Wenders- with a meaningless co-credit to his idol Nicholas Ray, whose death is central to the film, and who, along with Wenders, is credited as a co-writer. In a sense this equivalence is apropos, since Wenders and Ray are both, at best, second tier filmic talents. After Johnny Guitar and Rebel Without A Cause- the James Dean teenaged sudser, are there any real films of note that Ray directed? And, neither of the two films mentioned is anywhere near greatness. The only reason that this misshapen mess of a film was made was because Ray was something of an idol to Wenders, and dying of cancer, not long after the two men met filming The American Friend a few years earlier.
Yet, none of this camaraderie nor artistic affinity comes through in the film for we see only one brief movie clip, from Ray's Lusty Men, we get no background on Ray's life, and all we are subjected to, during the film's VERY LONG ninety minutes, is Ray's wheezing, hacking, spitting, whining, and assorted other bodily noises as he lies about, waiting to die, as Wenders narrates that this or that moment made him feel bad. Add to that conversations that are supposed to be `real' yet are clearly not a part of the `internal documentary,' and some poorly acted and staged scenes that are meant to illuminate the tale of Wenders' trip to Ray's bedside, while also trying and failing to break down narrative conventions, and you have a genuine disaster.... The film was shot both in film and video, but this mixed media adds nothing of consequence to the meaning nor import of what it captures. I guess the video adds a bit of realism to Ray's decline, but the fact is that there really is nothing here besides such a minor addition. Let me sum up the film this way: imagine sitting at a funeral home and listening to strangers ramble on about the neighbors and old friends of a loved one that you know nothing about. And to top it off, the storytellers are dreadful at their craft, and furthermore never complete any of the tales. Worse, there is no connection to the audience for they are telling tales only they know anything about. Thus the viewer feels no empathy for Ray nor Wenders. Even more annoyingly, there are some shots that are so amateurish and badly composed that one has to wonder if Wenders deliberately screwed up his film to try to `show' that he was so upset that he could not do his job properly; in a sense employing faux amateurism to try to cynically manipulate viewers into jerking tears over his dead friend.

Even more annoyingly, there are some shots that are so amateurish and badly composed that one has to wonder if Wenders deliberately screwed up his film to try to `show' that he was so upset that he could not do his job properly; in a sense employing faux amateurism to try to cynically manipulate viewers into jerking tears over his dead friend.