Movie Roundup for Weekend of Oct. 3

Some of the top movies opening tomorrow, Friday Oct. 3 and their RotTom's and Metacritic scores as they stand. Looks like Greg Kinnear may score twice in a row (following his recent "Ghost Town," which I thought was surprisingly good).

Flash of Genius (Greg Kinnear, Lauren Graham, Dermot Mulroney, Alan Alda, Bill Smitrovich, Tim Kelleher, and Jake Abel)

Rotten Tomatoes: 64%
Metacritic: 45%



Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist (Michael Cera, Kat Dennings, Ari Graynor, Jay Baruchel, Rafi Gavron, and Aaron Yoo)

Rotten Tomatoes: 68%
Metacritic: 51%



Blindness (Mark Ruffalo, Julianne Moore, Gael Garcia Bernal, Sandra Oh, and Danny Glover)

Rotten Tomatoes: 36%
Metacritic: 52%



How to Lose Friends & Alienate People (Simon Pegg, Kirsten Dunst, Danny Huston, Gillian Anderson, Megan Fox, Max Minghella, and Jeff Bridges)

Rotten Tomatoes: 56%
Metacritic: 31%

Coen Bros' `Tuileries' With Steve Buscemi: Awesome

Thinking more on the Coen Bros, I was reminded of their 5-minute bit in "Paris, Je T'aime," the movie that compiled some 18 or so 3-5 minute shorts shot by all the biggest directors, starring all the biggest stars.

Theirs was one of my favorites.

It stars Steve Buscemi sitting in the Metro waiting for his train. He flips open his Paris guidebook and starts reading the romantic descriptions of the "city for lovers." An obnoxiously affectionate couple enters on the other side of the station. Just as he reads in his little book that "eye contact should be avoided at all costs," he looks up and meets the eye of the beautiful girlfriend.

It sets off a hilarious, very Coen, confrontation where Buscemi never mutters a word, but doesn't need to. Those expressions -- amazing.

They have the 5-minute video entitled "Tuileries" on YouTube. It deserves a watch.

`If they take my stapler, I'll... I'll... set the building on fire'

Oh, how I lamented working from home. The loneliness. The discomfort. The inability to fume quietly at my coworkers.

Dear God, I will never take it for granted again.

Burn After Reading (Any Bad Reviews)

(This was supposed to have posted days ago; this is the worst server ... moving to WordPress for my self-indulgence. Good lord.)

I have a huge fear of confrontation – real or imagined, as it were.

Until late Tuesday night, I’d avoided confronting the Coen Bros, by making excuse after excuse to not see “Burn After Reading.” I’d read mixed reviews; friends had given mixed reactions; and that paralyzing fear of face-offs had me gripped in such a way that would’ve made No Country’s Chigurh proud.

But after being closed out of Cosi a couple nights ago, I walked into the muggy Manhattan air, breathed deep, and headed south to Union Sq. I would see the 10:50pm showing.

I know the Coens have a weird sense of humor, but, for me, they are brilliant.

Since I was a little kid, “High” from Raising Arizona was a favorite character of mine. The parole board responding to his affirmed rehabilitation with “Well, Okaaaaaaaaaay then,” was a line oft-repeated in the Grice household.



For its part, Lebowski is a name only dropped when someone is ready for a full-blown impersonation, replete with spot-on quotes and gestures to boot.



Burn After Reading doesn’t quite reach the heights of Arizona or Lebowski, but it shares several similarities. The brothers clearly have certain stock characters that they continue to draw upon. But Burn has some startlingly brutal punches, showing just how versatile they are – hence the brilliance.



How people find much fault with this film is beyond me. Brad Pitt could’ve been a little less overzealous, but alas.

Bad Diet or Maybe It Was the Grey Matter

Last night, I drifted off into peaceful slumber as Pulp Fiction flickered from the beautiful glowing box at my feet; so, it was a typical night for Grice.

I was dreaming about rainbows and butterflies, I'm sure, when I awoke to the worst stomachache I've had in years! It was as if some evil, obscene creature had crawled into my gut, grabbing onto the innerlining of my precious innards with its ferocious little paws. I writhed in pain; I wept a few tears (almost); and searched my brain for what could be the cause.

It could be the appalling diet I've maintained of late, I decided.

Which got me thinking of this scene from "Hannibal":

I recently re-watched Dr. Lecter after a friend and I got into a debate about its worthiness; we were talking about the upcoming "Body of Lies" (Ahh, the excitement.) and discussing the merit of Ridley Scott's movies. I hadn't liked Hannibal the first time around, and he was convinced that I should rewatch it. I'm glad I did. It was a really great movie, and you see someone eat their own brain?! Bleh.

Also, trailer for "Body of Lies," which looks awesome.