I have been a busy little bee since my return from New York, but none of my other recent viewing deserves a full paragraph:
Valentin (2002): This Argentinian film is the best of this bunch -- more a slice of life than anything. The protagonist is a very sweet but very sharp young boy being raised by his grandmother, since his mother has done a runner and his father is too busy to care. When she dies, he tries to bring together one of his father's exes and a kooky pianist who lives nearby, presumably in the hope that they will marry and adopt him.
White Chicks (2004): Good golly Miss Molly -- this is what passes for mainstream entertainment nowadays. Two of the Wayans brothers (I sometimes think there are dozens in this talented family) are FBI agents in trouble with their boss who find themselves dragged up as two white heiresses. The fact that they look exactly like two black men in drag is immaterial to the hardly credible plot. I must confess that there was the occasional giggle, but not sufficient ones to excuse the idiocy of the concept.
Anacondas - Hunt for the Blood Orchid (2004): With a title like that you can just about guess how stupid this film was. It's a spin-off from the original giant snake film from a few years back which was equally bad, but with a B-list cast (not a D-list one like here). The first movie sticks in my memory indelibly for the over-the-top, histrionic, leering performance of Jon Voight. I doubt if I will remember much of this one by next week.
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Valentin was definitely, I think, made by a film maker with a yearning for his past. Flying aeroplanes in the hall ways, the decrepid housing, the old style cafe, rather similar again to the feeeling of Amelie. Very nostalgic.
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