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Between 11 pm of 16 July and 23 July I peed 23 times. Now, tell me, isn’t that suspicious? It’s shocking!!! Now, seriously. Does Jim Carrey read the scripts before singing the contracts? Has Joel Schumacher gone definitely mad? He is, however, thanks to the occasionally nice visuals, innocent in this, I think. It's just that the script is a terrible piece of crap. It's not so much the obsession with the number (I know a few people around me with obsessive disorder, so I know what hell is like) and the basic premise is not bad at all. But the way it's narrated, drawn out and acted (Carrey's tattoos are terrible, but otherwise he's probably the worst I've seen), it's an ordeal. The most stupid film of (not only) this year. This film, ladies and gentlemen, despite the strong competition from LaBute's The Wicker Man, is a sure winner of the upcoming Golden Raspberries! PS: Jim Carrey should pray the Lord's Prayer 23 times to be pardoned by the movie god and his fortune.

The nightmare of every IT specialist, or rather, the best comedy of their lives, depending on how you look at it. Wiseman totally blew it. It's definitely an above average action film, but that's about it unfortunately. If I were a hardcore fan of the Die Hard franchise, I’d wonder where are the cynical, dry wisecracks typical of John McClane, and where are the plot twists that worked so well in the second and third films. Wiseman's film is closest to the first in its directness, but unlike it, it lacks tension, because Willis has a skeleton made of titanium and wouldn't be stopped even if a Boeing fell on him. In other words, the almost comic-book exaggeration kills the movie. This is especially true of McClane's adversaries, a dashing guy, undoubtedly Spider-Man's older brother, who falls 10 metres from a helicopter onto concrete and it's all good. But that's nothing against Maggie Q – you can punch her several times with your fist (without breaking her make-up), slam her against the wall several times (her make-up still sticks) and then hit her with a car at full speed and she won't even flinch and will still kick your ass. Sorry, Wiseman, but I'm not interested in Aeon Flux 2, I'm getting a bit bored of these feminist superheroes.

In these days of the senseless cult of youth, this is a real treasure and also a typical Svěrak’s balm for the soul. There's no screaming humour (they showed the trailer for Evan Almighty with Steve Carell before the film and it made my toes curl), but a very intelligent story full of life wisdom and insights, which will put a permanent smile on your face and maybe, during a beautiful love confession in a balloon, make you so happy that you'll buy your sweetheart a flower after leaving the cinema. PS: A beautiful parallel (one of many in the film) from Svěrák's observations is the opening one. I have a friend, a two-meter-tall guy, big like a mountain, who taught history and Czech at a high school. He told me that after six months, every time he got on the tram he took to work, he had a sinking feeling in his chest (without Mr Svěrák's tics and pills) from knowing that he would have to put up with the attacks of insolent brats for another day. The worst were supposedly the sons of rich dads who somehow helped the school financially (see in the film the son of the dad who financed the "running track"), because they knew they were covered by this, that nothing could happen to them. After less than a year my friend quit teaching, he couldn't handle the nerves. He didn't squeeze a wet sponge on a student, he hasn't seen your film, but believe me, Mr. Svěrák, he would understand you deeply :)

More than two and a half hours of spellbinding precision filmmaking, from the flawless evocation of the atmosphere of the 1960s and 70s, for which I have a soft spot, to the inventively staged Zodiac murders, where Fincher, with one exception, avoids explicit violence (and yet gave me chills like I hadn’t felt in a long time), to the pleasure of watching great actors. And if I were a manufacturer of "drinks for a slim line" with a professional deformity, I would gladly exclaim: “And zero clichés!!!” Undoubtedly the most entertaining conversational film in recent years and a treasure for all those whose first priority is the story and only then the flashy tinsel, so typical of recent films. And certainly a disappointment for those who like crime movies with everything presented on a golden platter like in Columbo. Acting-wise, I was very surprised by the great Mark Ruffalo, but everyone is rocked by Jake Gyllenhaal, whose enthusiastic, headstrong character, driven by a desire to "I need to know who he is", is one of the most likeable in recent years for me. And I think the best audience marker for this non-mainstream and boldly narrative film for our times is the fact that after it was over, I had a terrible urge to read Graysmith's book and learn more about the phenomenon called the Zodiac Killer. Not since at least Stone's JFK has there been a film with an investigative theme this good. Bravo, Mr Fincher!!! PS: The comparisons with Se7en are stupid! Fincher has made a distinctive work, and he didn't set out to create some silly clone.

Definitely one of the best bank robbery movies. Not only the drama and the game about the lives of the hostages and the two criminals, but also a bit of a portrait of the times (with allusions to the unlimited power of unions in the States at the time, the power of the media, the Attica massacre and the then despised homosexuality). A de-facto reconstruction of a real case, where it turns out that the best stories are written by life itself – in the first half there are many twists and turns and absurd situations, and with the arrival of the FBI agent, a psychological struggle begins, where you can cut the tension and the whole thing is watched in one breath. The young Al Pacino was already phenomenal at the time, and the master of supporting roles John Cazale with his unreadable expression ably seconded him. Sidney Lumet made several gems, this is one of them, and along with the likes of Arthur Penn, he is one of the most underrated filmmakers of the 1960s and 70s in my eyes.

I'm sorry, but I can't take seriously the work of a 21-year-old disgraced kid who was twice denied admission to film school and, full of frustration, decided to "stick it to everybody". This mix of half-truths, twisted facts and downright nonsense is a kind of conspiracy bible for those individuals who stick the Rosewell UFO on their walls, believe that Hitler spent a happy retirement in Bolivia and that the Americans did not land on the moon after the example of Capricorn One. Nothing for people who find these skillfully manipulative tabloid speculations laughable and prefer to be cautious with their information. Perhaps I would have judged it more mildly if I had taken it as a stimulus to at least a little reflection on the issue of 9/11, because as they say "even among the manure a flower blooms", but Mr. Avery also mixed a horse dose of DDT into the silage. But nothing new, it's all been here before, even after Kennedy's death there was a whole host of "Averys" and today they have all been forgotten.

I felt like a little boy whose parents take him to the toy store for a good report card and he can choose a dinosaur on a key, rubber Indians, a big plush lion and a remote control car, too. And when you keep the family morality on a tolerable level, add a message like "Love museums!" and a likeable cast, it's a no-brainer. It's nothing mind-blowing, a visit to the cinema would probably be an unnecessary luxury, but it's definitely a nice relaxing way to spend an evening.

When the best thing about a whole movie is the main character's shirt, something is wrong. To be fair, though, there are two scenes that make this nonsense is survivable: the initial disposal of Castle's family has a certain amount of impact, and the fight with the Russian muscle-head to the accompaniment of an operatic aria, which is not without its comic exaggeration. The rest, full of ridiculous, pathetic poses, does not do credit to the creators, nor to the fluffy and dynamic comic book premise itself. Although I think Travolta shouldn't climb in front of the camera anymore, here he was mysteriously tolerable, while the mediocre Thomas Jane might not need a Shakespearean training for such a role, but I resisted the onslaught of my diaphragm every time I saw his badass face. But during the scene when the elevator goes up and there's Thomas turning on it, with a taut body under his tattered tank top and a harsh look on his face, I burst out laughing, I really couldn't help it :)

When the best thing about a whole movie is the main character's shirt, something is wrong. To be fair, though, there are two scenes that make this nonsense is survivable: the initial disposal of Castle's family has a certain amount of impact, and the fight with the Russian muscle-head to the accompaniment of an operatic aria, which is not without its comic exaggeration. The rest, full of ridiculous, pathetic poses, does not do credit to the creators, nor to the fluffy and dynamic comic book premise itself. Although I think Travolta shouldn't climb in front of the camera anymore, here he was mysteriously tolerable, while the mediocre Thomas Jane might not need a Shakespearean training for such a role, but I resisted the onslaught of my diaphragm every time I saw his badass face. But during the scene when the elevator goes up and there's Thomas turning on it, with a taut body under his tattered tank top and a harsh look on his face, I burst out laughing, I really couldn't help it :)

First of all, this isn't a fantasy film like Narnia, Lord of the Rings, etc., nor does it try to be, but that's okay. It’s definitely a very enjoyable film for young and old "boys and girls with their heads in the clouds", which shows that the best fantasy is not created by Tolkien, Lewis and others, but by children's wide open minds (and hopefully not only that). So don't expect a host of goblins, elves and fairies (although there are some creatures), but rather an intimately told story with two impeccable child actors. The unexpected plot twist then makes it clear that real life is far from Terabithia, but even a great pain on the soul can not destroy a journey to a magical land of fantasy. For such a well-deserved but unexpected success with overseas audiences, I wish Gabor Csup, as a debutant in feature films, the best and I look forward to his next film.