A friend of mine recommended this hilarious review of popular Malay novel-turned-movie Ombak Rindu, which really highlights how little attention Malay movies pay to detail and to nuances of character. I have written previously that Malay movies have improved much … Continue reading
One of the worst things you can do is to make your eye candy in school your friend. One horrible outcome, of course, is his outright indifference. But worse, he might actually like you. And you start worrying about how much s/he … Continue reading
I suddenly feel an urge to resuscitate my sleeping blog just to talk about being ordinary. By and large, I love the ordinary, the identifiable, the average much more than melodrama. Eg. I would pick a story about someone who … Continue reading
I must get something out of the way before I commence to reflect on 127 hours. It is the hideous T-shirt that James Franco had on almost throughout the entire duration of the movie. The stretched pink concoction of hippie … Continue reading
The Harry Potter final movie is one of very few which many critics say is better than the book. (See here, here and here for some examples.) I find this surprising because for me, books usually trump movies hands down. … Continue reading
I wonder if the people who bought out the Merong book to find out more after the movie came out, found it very disappointing. If you have watched the movie and want to read the book because you are intrigued … Continue reading
When I was much younger, I used to like watching Malay movies on TV. There was no point watching a Malay movie in the cinema because firstly, there were no special effects or fancy cinematography that necessitated a big screen. … Continue reading
[by bubbleteatalk’s baby bubbles’ sister. personally, I have ever watched a single bond movie. see comment at the end of entry] I like James Bond. Yup, my feminist card ought to be revoked. I feel like I should apologize for … Continue reading
Sometimes, because of the right combination of circumstances, you find yourself reacting very strongly to a film. Coincidentally, last year, Dr. B. showed the class parts of this movie on the same day as my sister’s family moved to Oxford … Continue reading
My sister has always been a great fan of Adrien Brody. She watched practically all his shows and even The Village where he had a supporting role. I watched The Village too but Brody capering about in a red cloak didn’t really show him to his best advantage, so, my sister made me gave me a choice between Brothers Bloom and The Pianist. I chose the former. It seemed less emotionally draining.
Trailer for the Movie.
Synopsis of Movie: Bloom (Adrien Brody) and his brother Stephen (Mark Ruffulo) are con-artists; they are artists because there is nothing common about their cons. Each one was crafted by Stephen to give the ‘mark’ something that he or she wants while being done out of a lot of money. Bloom was the front man, the one who approaches the’ mark’, while Stephen worked out the intricate plots behind the scenes. Tired of conning people for a decade, Bloom wants to quit but his brother drew him in through one last con – to give isolated, eccentric rich Penelope (Rachel Weisz) a romantic adventure while cheating her of millions.
Best line: “My brother once told me – there is no unwritten lives. Only badly written ones.”
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