I have watched a movie a day for the last three days, so here's a quick rundown:
Fight Club- There is a moment in David Fincher's Fight Club when a roomful of men listen intently to every word spoken by their leader, Tyler Durden. While Tyler Durden is no president or religious leader, he might as well be to them. Tyler Durden is their prophet. Fight Club has always been to me a movie of profound depth. There is much to take from it if one is so inclined to pay attention and look past the brutality. Not to mention, Bad Pitt at his charismatic finest.
Kill Bill- the epitome of style over substance. More like style takes a hatchet and hacks substance into a bloody, screaming mess. For once though, this stylistic direction does not make Quentin Tarantino come off as a conceited goof. Tragically it was a sign of things to come as Quentin spiraled madly into the oblivion of style, culminating in the horrifically intentional campiness(and squandered greatness) of Death Proof.
Panic Room- another Fincher flick. I've always liked this one. I loved how it takes place in one building and doesn't try to burst out of the seams like many films do. Not to mention Raul being one of the most cold-blooded house robbers in film.
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