Isherwood

Even during the peak of the 1980s, the film remains an incredibly dumb and cheaply told story about an angry black man who showed everyone. Carl Weathers was definitely capable of more than that!

Sandra, bottle in hand, searching for existential wisdom, accompanied by a singing Steve Buscemi? Damn, I sure did enjoy that!

Is this the height of tastelessness and a reflection of the corruption of today's youth? No, it's more of an entertaining provocation of 'popular' entertainment conventions, but personally, I didn't quite take a liking to it.

Desperation, pitifulness, kitsch, awkwardness... I terminated this self-imposed torture 20 minutes before the end. Christopher Lambert lost in the inescapable mud of cinematic mediocrity... sad!

A brilliant one-man show by Jack Black, whose infectiously vibrant acting captivates from the start. When he's skillfully supported by the little rascals, with an amazed expression on your face, you'll forgive the film all its flaws, including the biggest one - undoubtedly the sugary ending. Rock music rulezz!

Monumentally grand, beautifully shot, bombastically scored, and masterfully acted... Although the plot may be somewhat simple, it serves as a perfect microcosm of the life of an ordinary ship's crew, likely one of the most comprehensive portrayals available in today's mainstream oceans.

A disgusting parasite on my personal action cult, which takes its stupidity deadly seriously. Watching the movie from my hospital bed, I almost ended up in the CPR ward...

Turning off your brain and not looking for any meaning to it is the way to approach what Emmerich presents in his two-hour disaster vision of the coarsest grain. Although it might irritate climatologists, why get upset when he serves us a picture of thousands of Americans begging to enter Mexico? At that moment, it is necessary to have a hearty laugh and lightly acknowledge that there is no more American American than this defector German, who spends high budgets like the biggest snob and yet unabashedly winks at the audience, almost begging them to enjoy the ride with him. Serving up a few remarkable special effects sequences pleasantly elevates the dose of patriotism, which could knock down an elephant, and it's necessary to handle it with an eye roll and a loud chuckle. The perfect sabotage of Hollywood!

How a group of stoned French people got their hands on filmmaking equipment and ran around the desert for a few weeks... Either they were too high, or the dealers sold them some really bad product.

Today, Bay is considered one of the most twisted megalomaniacs of the dream factory, and I must admit that his exaggerated grandiosity still genuinely entertains me. Among his best films, this high-octane, adrenaline-fueled ride will forever remain the one that perfectly defines the action films of the 1990s. The technical aspects may have their flaws, but it has a clever screenplay that makes fun of the 'Bond myth' and cleverly puts together all those clichés with incredible elegance and simplicity. That means that there's no point in getting upset about it. However, the main strength lies in the cast and Bay's directorial engine, which runs at impressive speeds. The opening ambush scene is rhythmically (the cinematography, editing, music) probably the best I've ever seen in the genre. And Hans Zimmer has never made more heroic music. I've never seen any other movie more times in my life. It’s been around 60 times.