"In Treatment" is television at its finest. Every episode is a perfectly faceted jewel. From the complex and nuanced writing, crisp dialogue, superb casting, exquisite performances, and deft directing to the consistently moving and reflective scores. I can't rave enough about this series. I sat down to watch one episode and instantly became addicted; inhaling all three seasons in a non-stop psychotherapy marathon. I laughed, I cried, I marvelled. In a sea of network television fare populated by 'women on a slab' crime series, vampires, zombies, and inane, juvenile sitcoms, this series stands alone. Thank you HBO and all of the creators and performers who helped make this a remarkable and transcendent series.
Reviews
3 Reviews
Limitless
(I) (2011)
Intriguing concept, mediocre film
2 June 2011
I was really looking forward to this movie. It has so much potential: an intriguing and clever concept, superb actors, decent script, good direction, sensational visual effects and editing, so what happened? I can't help but feel there was a great story driven film in here at one time during development. However, somehow studio executives -- no doubt pandering to the teenage boy demographic -- just had to add in all the predictable car chases and shoot-em-up gratuitous action. In the end this action was irritatingly distracting from the very captivating storyline that I kept on wishing they would come back to - i.e what happens when one has unlimited cognitive capacity. This is the same flaw that marred Christopher Nolan's otherwise fascinating story in Inception.
Note to studios and filmmakers why can't you be bold enough to just stick with the STORY? You're squandering these great concepts. Not every film needs to be an action/adventure.
Note to studios and filmmakers why can't you be bold enough to just stick with the STORY? You're squandering these great concepts. Not every film needs to be an action/adventure.
Broken Flowers
(2005)
An American classic
20 March 2007
I adored this film! It's destined to be an American classic. It had me slapping my knee with laughter and delight over all the clever layering of details from the fizzling glass of Moet cracked open at 7:00 in the morning to celebrate Don "Juan" Johnston's reluctant journey of awakening, to the final sweeping shot of Murray as he stands dazed and confused at the crossroads of his own destiny.
The fact that writer/director Jarmusch penned this clever and poignant script in just two and half weeks makes it all the more impressive. Such an amusing use of the name "Winston" for both Murray's spiritual guru/sleuth cum travel guide and the faithful dog that willed his empathic abilities to Johnston's former girlfriend and animal clairvoyant, played by Jessica Lange.
In composing this exquisite tone poem Jarmusch doesn't miss a beat. There is however only one scene I would have eliminated the montage recap of all the pink clues gathered along the way for my taste it was surprisingly heavy handed for a director of his caliber and de trop.
Murray is once again masterful in his nuanced depiction of a character so numb and detached from his own emotions. It's a toxic cocktail for any relationship to endure as evidenced by the less than enthusiastic welcome he was greeted with at each doorstep long the way.
Even though I quite agree that this film is ultimately about the journey of self-discovery, not the destination (i.e. finding out about his son), I couldn't help but note just one small clue at the very beginning of the film, for those viewers still pondering who the mystery mother was. I think there was only one woman in this film who would wear a beige corduroy jacket and brown suede gloves with pink trim when she pops the pink envelope into the mailbox.
The fact that writer/director Jarmusch penned this clever and poignant script in just two and half weeks makes it all the more impressive. Such an amusing use of the name "Winston" for both Murray's spiritual guru/sleuth cum travel guide and the faithful dog that willed his empathic abilities to Johnston's former girlfriend and animal clairvoyant, played by Jessica Lange.
In composing this exquisite tone poem Jarmusch doesn't miss a beat. There is however only one scene I would have eliminated the montage recap of all the pink clues gathered along the way for my taste it was surprisingly heavy handed for a director of his caliber and de trop.
Murray is once again masterful in his nuanced depiction of a character so numb and detached from his own emotions. It's a toxic cocktail for any relationship to endure as evidenced by the less than enthusiastic welcome he was greeted with at each doorstep long the way.
Even though I quite agree that this film is ultimately about the journey of self-discovery, not the destination (i.e. finding out about his son), I couldn't help but note just one small clue at the very beginning of the film, for those viewers still pondering who the mystery mother was. I think there was only one woman in this film who would wear a beige corduroy jacket and brown suede gloves with pink trim when she pops the pink envelope into the mailbox.
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