Sinanation

You should remember Jason Statham from all the action movies he appeared in. The Transporter Series, the Italian Job, the Expendables: there isn’t a single movie out there in which I saw this guy relaxed and/or happy. Always way too serious and about to kick someone’s ass. A block of ice caressed by the flaming sexy victim whose ass he just saved.

You’d think that he’d be a bit different in real life away from the acting. The photos below certainly certify it isn’t so. All the Statham elements are there: the mean face, the fists always ready to crack some bone, the sleek car plus the hot girlfriend a.k.a Rosie Huntington. Jason must have had his emotions surgically removed during his teenage years just before a director/producer thought he might make a good tough guy on the white screen.

Have you ever watched a good movie that is paired with tasteless music? I haven’t until I watched Nicholas Cage’s 8MM. What a good movie and what a disaster soundtrack! The 1999 thriller movie is based on a private detective being hired by a wealthy family to discover if a recently surfaced horror pornography is in fact authentic. 8MM is packed with all the heart-pumping genuine thrill scenes: gloomy weather, suspicious characters, greyish dark settings, etc. There is great harmony between the scenery and the plot, but there is a huge flow in the equation: the African orientalist tribal music that accompanies the cast whenever they are in action. It is simply unbearable  and totally lowers the tasteful vibe. The music is so off with the content that it pops out like white socks on a black tie.

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It is my fault. I should have remembered how boring the actual game was before my girlfriend persuaded me to watch Moneyball. Then again, I remember telling myself “how bad could it be” right before I clicked to rent. Yeah it is actually that bad. Here is the summary:

Moneyball is the story of Oakland A’s general manager Billy Beane’s successful attempt to put together a baseball club on a budget by employing computer-generated analysis to draft his players.

This movie is like getting into an operation room to help out the doctors without knowing anything about human biology and/or general surgery. There is a constant flow of baseball terms thrown around while Brad Pitt aggressively turns tables upside down and throws cans to walls and Jonah Hill looks even more chubby and miserable. Why angry? Why sad? Why is everyone cheering? What the heck is going on? You got me. If only the movie was an average 90 min. the whole alien language would be somewhat bearable, but two-hours of anything is enough to put anyone in a coma. Watch this movie only if you can take on an actual baseball game with less than 3 hotdogs and a pint of beer (I certainly couldn’t).

An amazing retouch to the famous “Singing in the Rain” by Betina Badger, a music producer who managed to get her track on the latest Buddha Bar Compilation. This is one of my new favorites (sorry about the unrelated youtube background)…

I took my seat last night to see Meryl Streep’s most recent biographic portrayal: the world-renowned ex-British Prime Minister Lady Thatcher’s life. As always Hollywood brought magic to the white screen and the Iron Lady reassured me the movie industry’s undeniable authority in our society. It is solely because of this movie that I became curious about Margaret Thatcher’s life. I dwelled on questions about her political achievements, success as a prime minister and her current personal life, hoping to put together the flashbacks from the movie. Despite the effort, like many others in my generation, I failed greatly in satisfying my own curiosity. I have been indifferent to history until it came and punched me in the face with a hefty Hollywood budget and an impeccable cast. It was as if I cruised inside a Ferrari for 105 min. on a race track not knowing the legend and the capability of the machine at hand. Yet, I found relief in the thought that nobody, especially in this century, can be constantly up to date with everything surrounding the daily life.

There has been a lot of buzz about his movie in the media. Yes Meryl Streep is getting old and it might be the reason she is running after all these world-famous public portrayals. She might be looking to farewell with a chunky series of success in her career. Yes Hollywood could be trying once again to sympathize with the “European magic and values”. Whatever the case may be, Iron Lady is an impeccable work of acting and it is a slap on the younger generations who have failed to get the historic facts straight.

Go see the genius and then get on Wikipedia to connect the dots together. I will go ahead and answer one possible question: yes Margaret Thatcher is still alive.

Ok now this is what they call an adult toy! And it is definitely a QUE moment for us the little creatures at the office. Its awesome, expensive and splashy for sure. Thumbs up to Matt Damon, Chris Hemsworth, Elsa Pataky and Luciano Bozan for renting out this modest baby and its accessories for their getaway around the bays of St. Barts.

We should seriously all become movie stars, singers, soccer players or crook bankers. The regular 8 to 6 office work just doesn’t do it anymore.

Her rough Spanish accent really does tire me and she does look a bit “plastic” at times. Yet, she is a Columbian goddess who is as hot as an 18 year-old even at 40. She certainly proved that to me once again at this year’s Golden Globes.

Get ready for an intense psychological thriller if you haven’t yet seen this movie. Martha Marcy May Marlene is based on the troubled life of a teenage girl who has been neglected by her family. Without support and care, Martha (played by Elisabeth Olsen) is driven into the shelter of a completely isolated cult that rejects modern day facts and embraces violence against capitalism, hatred towards monogamous marriage and total submission to leadership. We meet the main character at the point when she gathers the strength to run away from the group she voluntarily joined a year ago. Shaking with fear, she makes the uncomfortable call to her sister (as we find out later on) and desperately seeks her help. The siblings finally meet once again in years. They lead us to the troubled past of the younger one whose life wasn’t as fortunate as her older sister’s.

As Martha finds new shelter inside her sister’s luxurious Connecticut summerhouse she is be constantly haunted by her conflicting past, emotionally stressed and deeply troubled between the two completely polar lifestyles. Her disturbing reach for reality and the constant leap for a clean start loads this movie with guilt and despair. The audience hardly accepts the fact that such a beautiful girl went through such a nasty and wounding time in her life. She can’t get the break she desperately yearns for and there is nothing we can do but watch her try.

The movement of the camera plays a major role in this movie’s success. It constantly leaves the audience anxious to find out what the heck is going on. Martha sees something in the woods and starts walking towards it. She has her eyes looking forward but we have our eyes completely focused on her face. She goes for a swim in the lake and we sneak on her from a great distance on the other side. We see her tiny head in the water and she notices us. We instantly become the pervert making her uncomfortable. We are constantly stuck on her while she struggles to make it out of her tragedy. The camera forces, constrains and tires us, giving the storyline the spice it needs to make it even better.

Elisabeth Olsen is a wonder as Martha Marcy May Marlene. She depicts the psychological trauma so well that the audience can’t find the break to infiltrate the actress from the main character. The fact that she is a new face on the white screen helps her a bit in that aspect. She is definitely one of the more talented and mature Olsens. Hope she continues to amaze us behind the camera.

PS: Be ready for a very unorthodox ending. It is so unexpected that it will make you sit and wait for a bit more of what is already left to your imagination.

A great song from yesterday’s movie marathon: How Can I Remember by Michael Dees.  Can’t find anywhere to download it from. If you have a link please send over. Until then enjoy…

I recently watched a movie and I can’t get over it. I keep going back to the trailer just to get a snapshot of how much I laughed. I hope you can complete the title of this post by yourself because it lies in the core of my recommendation. Once you do, I need you to block all the sophistication, reasoning and class you think you have and delete your “cookies” at least until the end of a few paragraphs.

Released in 2009, Miss March is the story of a guy who awakens from a four-year coma to find out that his once virginal high-school sweetheart became a Playboy bunny. He and his sex-crazed best friend set out on a cross-country road trip in order to crash the famous Playboy party and win the girl back.

This movie is an American Pie saga. It is below the hips, in between the legs and around the ass cheeks. It is simply nasty and its blend with naivety is what makes it hilarious to watch.

Go home one evening, call over a few close friends, order food and let Miss March play in the background. You will be hooked after a few minutes in.