in highly saturated miami sunlight this is a dysfunctional family drama including a pedophile father, a neurotic screenwriter and a strangely sexualized relationship between mother and son. the film considers the abnormality of the hyper confessional suburban american life while the dialogue is made completely of the kind of homilies we hear on a oprah winfrey show – ‘finding yourself’, ‘be there for you’ but breaks open in sudden bursts of violence.
the fish cant speak and protects the key to the locker where the loot is stashed away. jamie lee curtis plays the femme fatale twisting all the men around her little finger- kevin kline’s armpit smelling, brit accent hating, nitezche reading otto, michael palin’s bumbling animal loving, stammering ken and above all john cleese’s sexually repressed, family man who can speak almost all european languages. a comedy about languages and speech, of there ever was one.
matthew mcconaughey stars in this mediocre courtroom drama about a lawyer forced to defend once client against another. ryan phillipe is evil client and marisa tomei the ex-wife. nothing to talk about.
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