The Hunger Games return with such a sequel twist that you can't believe writer Suzanne Collins didn't think of film when writing. Catching Fire builds up with all types of subversive messaging which is interesting but also brings into relief the limitations of the genre and film.
Cormac McCarthy’s bones and Ridley Scott's style do not make The Counselor something more than an interesting curiosity. A film that seems destined more to be remembered as that move where Cameron Diaz does that thing with the car than anything else.
Once upon a time, there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. I mean, other vampires were afraid of him he was such a bastard. Then, one day, he gets his soul back and suddenly he's mad with guilt.
It's a fairly dull tale. It needs a bit of sex, in my opinion. So sure enough, he meets a girl. Pretty little blond thing. A vampire slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love. But eventually, they get fleshy with one another. And the moment he- well, I guess the technical term is "Perfect Happiness". But when our boy gets there, he goes bad and kills again. It's ugly. When he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures he can't be anywhere near Miss Puppy-Eyes without endangering them both. He takes off and goes to L.A, to fight evil and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow, a faceless champion of the helpless human race. Say, you wouldn't happen to have a beer of any kind, would you?
I know you guys have been working hard. I mean, you've been cooped up inside a lot. And to show my appreciation, I was thinking, the night being... you know... young and all, that the three of us could, well... should... you know... maybe, go out... ... you know... ... ... for fun.
Nothing. Its not about Melissa its about rage. This guy is too messed up to deal with a real woman and he can't stand that so he creates a fantasy about a girl he barely knows. But eventually even she fails him and he has to hurt her because when he looks at her all he sees is how useless he is. How damaged...
[reads poetry at a bar] My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
But soft... Behold! A sunlight beam, cutting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, inspired by your beauty... effulgent."