Zoe Cassavetes, Nick Cassavetes and Gena Rowlands - Gena Rowlands honoured with a hand and footprint ceremony at the TCL Chinese Theatre - Los Angeles, California, United States - Friday 5th December 2014
Gena Rowlands - Gena Rowlands to be honored at TCL Chinese Theatre IMAX with a hand and footprint ceremony at TCL CHINESE THEATRE IMAX - Hollywood, California, United States - Friday 5th December 2014
Throughout the course of one night, we are driven around in five separate taxi cabs that range from familiar ports of L.A. and New York City to the echoing streets of Paris and Rome to the final ride through the frozen-over metropolis of Helsinki, right as the sun is rising. In Los Angeles, a big-time agent (Gena Rowlands) tries to seduce her rough-and-tumble cab driver (an insolent Winona Ryder) into becoming an actress. While in New York, a jerky Brooklynite (the superb Giancarlo Esposito) teaches his German cab driver (Armin Mueller-Stahl) how to drive, talk, and jive correctly while also trying to escort his sister-in-law (Rosie Perez) home.
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Nora (Posey) is a thirty-something hotel concierge specializing in VIP guests, but her life has little glamour. When not tending to the VIPs, she's home drinking red wine, popping sleeping pills, and wondering why she can't find just one nice man. A fifth-anniversary party for her best friend Audrey (Drea DeMatteo) adds insult to injury, even as her own mom (Gena Rowlands, director Zoe Cassavetes's mother) tries to cheer her up.
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Project overseers Emmanuel Benbihy and Tristan Carné wanted to create a cinematic map of Paris, with each short film representing one of the city's 20 arrondissements (neighborhoods). They ended up with 18 films, none of them more than a few minutes long and directed by a glittering, international roster of filmmakers. While none of the films here are anything approaching masterpieces, hardly a one is in any way a chore to sit through, which has to be some sort of an accomplishment.
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Cassavetes gets credit for the homage this picture still is paid. The monotone piano music is hauntingly similar to that in Eyes Wide Shut. Remember that music and be warned: Even on DVD, this picture has the worst sound I've ever heard on a feature film. Shame on the studio for not cleaning it up for the digital release.
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Thanks to papa John (Husbands, Gloria), the name Cassavetes has come to symbolize intrepid, no-apologies filmmaking and the unconventional human interaction within Now, 15 years after the maverick's death, his heir has traveled to the opposite pole, adapting a Nicholas Sparks novel into a standard tearjerker, filling the screen with handfuls of manipulative Hollywood clichés.
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Going into the screening for Lives, I had some doubts about the film, primarily because Angelina Jolie has never really found a role that fits her. Since her performance in Gia, her film roles have not demanded anything more than her sexuality (Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, Original Sin). In Taking Lives, Jolie's performance as FBI Profiler Illeana Scott is shockingly credible - though she does find a scene to bare her breasts - Jolie is in full command of her character. Her eyes are always moving, thinking, and analyzing her environment. Even when it appears she's reached a dead-end with her investigation, she lets her senses take over. At night, she eats dinner alone, across the table from crime scene photos she has taped to the opposite chair.
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Ben's doting wife, Violet (Gena Rowlands), begrudgingly hires hospice worker Caroline (Kate Hudson) to assist her with her husband's medical needs. The registered nurse, burned out by the poor quality of care in New Orleans' choice hospitals, is eager to assist a patient on her own terms. The longer Caroline stays in the Devereaux's dilapidated mansion, though, the more convinced she becomes that the Hoodoo that we do is no good.
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