Bsherris
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Nashville was the first "R" rated film that my father took me to see. At 14 years of age, I was many years from NYU film school, and a neophyte when it came to appreciating cinema.
I am now 39, and to date I have seen tens of thousands of films, not to mention possessing a sizable video library. Considering my love of social politics, there is not a month that goes by that I have not thought of this film for one reason or another. There are some movies that you simply see, and there are the rare few that become part of the soul.
Simply said, Nashville is a singular work of cinematic genius that has gone dreadfully under appreciated for the last 25 years. It is a film chock full of life's little (and not so little) truths; some happy, some sad...all meaningful.
Now that it is making a long overdue reappearance on DVD in it's original (and integral) widescreen format, it is my sincerest hope that people will avail themselves of the opportunity to discover this forgotten gem for themselves.
Lastly, that this film did not make the AFI's 100 great American films is an absolute sin.
I am now 39, and to date I have seen tens of thousands of films, not to mention possessing a sizable video library. Considering my love of social politics, there is not a month that goes by that I have not thought of this film for one reason or another. There are some movies that you simply see, and there are the rare few that become part of the soul.
Simply said, Nashville is a singular work of cinematic genius that has gone dreadfully under appreciated for the last 25 years. It is a film chock full of life's little (and not so little) truths; some happy, some sad...all meaningful.
Now that it is making a long overdue reappearance on DVD in it's original (and integral) widescreen format, it is my sincerest hope that people will avail themselves of the opportunity to discover this forgotten gem for themselves.
Lastly, that this film did not make the AFI's 100 great American films is an absolute sin.
Sorry folks, but I guess I have to be the dissenting opinion here.
I was surprised to find this first Austin Powers sequel tired, repetitive and frequently eye-avertingly disgusting.
This is not to say that I did not find moments of brilliance in Meyers' work (Mini Me is simply a vicious stroke of genius). However, for every positive, this film has more than it's share of purile toilet humor. I mean, do we really need to witness Felicity inserting a tracking device in Fat Bastard's butt? Or how about Austin drinking a glass of feces? Or how about a not so vague reference to the gay practice of mousing?
Subtle?...NOT!
Clearly Meyers' knows how to make a damn funny film, but this sequel is so mercilessly punctuated with toilet humor, that it truly earns it's PG-13 rating.
I wanted to like this film in the worst way, but instead I just left the theatre feeling a little sick to my stomach.
[IMPORTANT NOTE TO PARENTS: SEE THE FILM BEFORE TAKING CHILDREN YOUNGER THAN 12 YEARS OF AGE!!!]
I was surprised to find this first Austin Powers sequel tired, repetitive and frequently eye-avertingly disgusting.
This is not to say that I did not find moments of brilliance in Meyers' work (Mini Me is simply a vicious stroke of genius). However, for every positive, this film has more than it's share of purile toilet humor. I mean, do we really need to witness Felicity inserting a tracking device in Fat Bastard's butt? Or how about Austin drinking a glass of feces? Or how about a not so vague reference to the gay practice of mousing?
Subtle?...NOT!
Clearly Meyers' knows how to make a damn funny film, but this sequel is so mercilessly punctuated with toilet humor, that it truly earns it's PG-13 rating.
I wanted to like this film in the worst way, but instead I just left the theatre feeling a little sick to my stomach.
[IMPORTANT NOTE TO PARENTS: SEE THE FILM BEFORE TAKING CHILDREN YOUNGER THAN 12 YEARS OF AGE!!!]