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The Edge, or - Bob, Steve, and Chuck remind us that David Mamet can write while fighting a bear. The previews rock with action and whoooa!!! almost-disasters. The reviews say, "Silly." How to reconcile the two?
I did not find The Edge to be silly, and really struggled (with my two best movie-going buds) to figure out why people thought it so. |
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OK, I don't believe that Charles the Billionaire (Anthony Hopkins) can run that fast, but I believe Hannibal Lecter could, and we believe that almost the same age Indiana Jones and his dad can run that fast - what's the problem? Big whoop!
The Bear (jarringly credited oimmediately* at film's end as BART THE BEAR, star of the not-hit movie, The Bear) was big and fierce and not at all silly. |
| Bob and Steve, played by Alec Baldwin and an African-American red-shirted ensign whose name eluded me while I was bent over laughing at BART THE BEAR, uh what was I saying? Oh yes, Bob and Steve were funny together and Alec, remember, is the one Baldwin who can act, and has already done Mamet to boot. So he is right in his element, even with too much makeup on. |
| I am also pleased to say that injury continuity is the best I have seen in a while. I hate multi-jillion dollar movies that can't even hire a makeup supe or script supervisor with enough Polaroid film to make sure the cuts on the face are the right length. Thank you, nameless production crew folk. I was frightened and alarmed and worried. |
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I thought they should have gotten a cold or hypothermia or something, and I was thinking they sure stretched those matches out.
My friend Sam suggested, hey, where did they get the rope? And I have myself tried to take a flaming stick out of a fire for a torch - and I could see the bare wood on their torches - the dang things will not burn without some external fuel. OK, so it's not silly, they just skipped a couple of details. Fair enough. |
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Three clever tenderfeet trapped in amazing scenery that the camera is far too small to capture.
Hopkins' character is always a little distracted by his own thoughts and has an amazing retinue of facts in his noggin that come in handy like mad. He could win Ben Stein's money! It's a worthy film and while not the most believable, it certainly is possible and interesting to watch. And the famous Mamet F-word trademark, including improv, couldn't have been more than 6 times. When he stops cussing and being manly, he can write himself a good story.
Go see it. |
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