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I have the feeling that after his fantastic debut Joe Wright is looking for something, trying new things, formally experimenting, but he just can’t find it. I experienced deep emotions in Pride and Prejudice and partly in Atonement, but I’ve missed them in his other films. I applaud his courage in treating Tolstoy's old-fashioned novel in the first half as a dynamic, rambunctious piece, situated for much of the runtime in a theatrical setting where sets change in rapid succession and actors present themselves with stylized movements (and it's a joy to watch). But the emotions that shook me so powerfully with the Soviet adaptation of Zarchy are simply not here, they don't surface enough and there are no tears in my eyes. I don't know if this is due to the fact that Zarchy approached Tolstoy's novel with a great deal of respect, perhaps more than that shown by Wright, or if the main stumbling block is that Aaron Taylor-Johnson lacks the manly charisma that makes women's knees buckle. Take away the subtle moustache and you immediately expect Vronsky to hop on a skateboard with his high school classmates and Anna Karenina to be in big trouble with the vice police for seducing an underage youth. The tragic ending itself touched me only very, very slightly and that shouldn't happen in an adaptation of such a fundamental novel. Still, gritting my teeth, I give it a merciful 4*, just for the courage Wright showed, because I’m always in favour of creative experiments.

The unreservedly enthusiastic overseas reviews didn't lie, it's a blast. What’s impressive is that the slickest films in A-list Hollywood today are being made by a woman. And I'd like to hear what 'Klaus's Rasputin', the insane Chancellor Hájek, would say about this film, given his popular opinion (one of the many pearls this alien entity has spat) that Osama Bin Laden was a fabrication. It could be fun…

The best of the American indie scene of the last few years. I love it when as a viewer I don't know what I'm in for, and when the director plays with me like a cat with a mouse. That's exactly what this film does. It's extremely atmospheric, full of paranoia and growing fear, where at the beginning you don't know if the main character or his surroundings are crazy, but thanks to your logical reasoning you gradually lean towards the more "sensible" option, only to come to a conclusion that's like a punch in the face. And Michael Shannon deserves an Oscar.

Oliver Stone is still a master. His bold directorial style, tons of visual flourishes, a perfectly integrated soundtrack and songs; it never gets boring. Its form reminded me a bit of his earlier U-Turn, except that this one has a much better script, with a light Tarantino touch, without annoying clichés, and with a conclusion that is a Stone-esque middle finger to the viewer. With the exception of a somewhat hapless Blake Lively, all the actors were excellent and Aaron Taylor-Johnson, the teenage looser from Kick-Ass, went a long way towards charisma.

Nobody writes dialogue and scripts as stupid as Martin McDonagh these days. This one is even more stupid, absurd (in the negative sense of the word) and clueless than In Bruges. I don’t know what this bloke’s playing at, but I reckon we’ll never be friends. If this is supposed to be some fresh, unorthodox direction in contemporary modern cinema, I, as a viewer, don't want to be part of it. Thank God for Tarantino...

America, as we know, is a country of lawyers, closely followed by psychiatrists and sexologists. Although the filmmakers didn't intend it that way, this is for me 90-minute proof why all three varieties of professionals should be avoided like the devil. Otherwise, quite a nice relationship film for the older generation, or rather a light downer, which will solve the dilemma of whether or not to put on a noose. And it's lovely to watch Meryl Streep age with such endearing grace.

Not much of an homage to spaghetti westerns, despite Franco Nero's cameo, rather, some kind of (commendable) anti-racist prod that doesn't even make much sense at the end. The experience resembles a sine wave, as long as Waltz is on screen with his enthusiasm, it's a treat that honours even Western rules. But from the moment we meet DiCaprio, the film goes downhill in quality, where the genre's name would best fit the phrase "typical Tarantino crap" and where the "warrant in your pocket" moment (what a coincidence!) is such a cheap, illogical screenwriting crutch that only a naive viewer can buy it. I could expect anything from Tarantino, but not a cliché like this. And the violence, with hectolitres of squirting ketchup, is so over-stylized (especially in the final carnage) that I'm actually tired of it. PS: The scene with the Ku-Klux-Klan will make anyone laugh, myself included.

A film so brilliant and so masterfully orchestrated and built up in the second half that it brings me to tears. One of the distinctive cornerstones of the mosaic called "The Golden Era of Czechoslovak cinema of the 1960s", and clear proof (one of many) that it was at that time when the greatest works of cinema in this country were made. The performances of Kroner and Kaminska are superb, the film was a well-deserved worldwide success at the time of its release (as evidenced by the Oscar and the unique Oscar nomination for Kaminska, which was a year too late in the history of this award); it's a pity that it’s almost unknown to today's young generation.

Poster tagline: ONLY HELL COULD BREED SUCH AN ENORMOUS BEAST! ONLY GOD COULD DESTROY IT! Slightly more acceptable than Kellogg's The Killer Shrews (both films were screened in one evening for one ticket, a fairly common occurrence for short B-movies in the 1950s). Maybe, what prevents it to be a total dud is the likeable lead actor, or maybe it's the three quite nice songs or the more varied visuals. In any case, the special effects are also terrible, and there aren’t any, basically. The shots of the "real monster" (a lizard scurrying among miniatures) are spliced with the real shots in the film. Sometimes they fit together quite well, sometimes not at all, and overall it looks unintentionally comical, and the interactions with live characters, even with rear projections, are simply inexistent. They saved money were they could, it seems.

“I'm living in America, and in America, you're on your own. America's not a country. It's just a business. Now fucking pay me.” I don't know how this sounds to neo-liberals, but I would chisel these quote in stone.