In Bruges -- see it! It's a cracker.
"They're filmin' summat... they're filmin' midgets!"
"Ray, come on--let's go."
"My arse `let's go', they're filmin' midgets."
Mr Bean's Holiday -- a lovely film, beautiful to look at and pleasant to watch.
Southland Tales -- now there's a film that could be fixed by something as simple as JUST, REALY, NOT SETTING UP THE WHOLE THING WITH THIRTY MINUTES OF VOICEOVER! That, and reaching a little deeper for the metaphysical, but then the subject is modern America so maybe there isn't deeper... A lot of it's supposed to be funny too. When I reminded myself of that it actually was funny.
Bee Movie -- there's something, and I don't know what it is, but there's something in that film, some, just, can't fix on it, just one notch off-kilter ideological programming. Think about it--bright colours, lovely imagery, all distracting from the, the, the... central... the... can't put my finger on it. It has to be an experiment in hypnosis of some kind. Has to be.
(Again, In Bruges -- see it! -- because they're not fokin British, are they. They're fokin Paddies from Doblin!)