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Day 192: November 8th, 2010
Sexy Beast
Oh, yeah. Bloody hell. I'm sweating in here. Roasting. Boiling. Baking. Sweltering. It's like a sauna. Furnace. You can fry an egg on my stomach. Ohh, who wouldn't lap this up? It's ridiculous. Tremendous. Fantastic. Fan-dabby-dozy-tastic.
I had high hopes for this one, it seems there are some people here who hold it in high regard. I didn't really know what to expect, I figured it was a gangster flick, but then we start the film off with good ol sexy Ray Winstone sunbathing in a skinny speedo, baking in the sun. I thought this was an odd way to open the film, memorable, but odd. I in fact went into this film knowing nothing about it and realized half way through the film that Ben Kingsley was STILL trying to convince Winstone to take the job. I thought to myself, if this the whole movie?
It wasn't, but it was the most interesting because Kingsley owned the role and the film. He is terrifying and funny. He doesn't seem to be the kind of person that would strike fear into your heart, but once he goes on his rants you quickly quiver. Well deserved Oscar nomination. I don't know how good Jim Broadbent was that year, but I think Kingsley should have taken the little guy home with him that night.
The rest of the film is the job that Kingsley wanted Winstone for. Breaking into a bank vault and taking the loot. The guy who put this plan in motion is Ian McShane, another scary mofo. The film has some odd pacing issues and the content itself is far from what I expected, but the overall experience is still a positive one. I wouldn't hold the film in such high regard, I think if Kingsley wasn't in the film then the whole thing might have crumbled. Sexy Beast is a heist film that focuses more on the reluctant character than the heist itself. Hmm, interesting take on the genre. I looked at the back cover to see what they described the film as and sure enough it was about one guy trying to convince the other to take a job.
Sexy Beast
Oh, yeah. Bloody hell. I'm sweating in here. Roasting. Boiling. Baking. Sweltering. It's like a sauna. Furnace. You can fry an egg on my stomach. Ohh, who wouldn't lap this up? It's ridiculous. Tremendous. Fantastic. Fan-dabby-dozy-tastic.
I had high hopes for this one, it seems there are some people here who hold it in high regard. I didn't really know what to expect, I figured it was a gangster flick, but then we start the film off with good ol sexy Ray Winstone sunbathing in a skinny speedo, baking in the sun. I thought this was an odd way to open the film, memorable, but odd. I in fact went into this film knowing nothing about it and realized half way through the film that Ben Kingsley was STILL trying to convince Winstone to take the job. I thought to myself, if this the whole movie?
It wasn't, but it was the most interesting because Kingsley owned the role and the film. He is terrifying and funny. He doesn't seem to be the kind of person that would strike fear into your heart, but once he goes on his rants you quickly quiver. Well deserved Oscar nomination. I don't know how good Jim Broadbent was that year, but I think Kingsley should have taken the little guy home with him that night.
The rest of the film is the job that Kingsley wanted Winstone for. Breaking into a bank vault and taking the loot. The guy who put this plan in motion is Ian McShane, another scary mofo. The film has some odd pacing issues and the content itself is far from what I expected, but the overall experience is still a positive one. I wouldn't hold the film in such high regard, I think if Kingsley wasn't in the film then the whole thing might have crumbled. Sexy Beast is a heist film that focuses more on the reluctant character than the heist itself. Hmm, interesting take on the genre. I looked at the back cover to see what they described the film as and sure enough it was about one guy trying to convince the other to take a job.