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The Huntsman: Winter’s War is pretty and pretty pointless.

April 15, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Movies No Comments →

Emily Blunt and Charlize Theron in one of their many scenes that look like spreads for Vogue Antarctica

I’ve never seen Frozen, but I suspect they ripped it off.

Jake Gyllenhaal continues his quest for awesomeness in Demolition

April 12, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Movies No Comments →

Jake Gyllenhaal continues his quest to have the widest-ranging body of work among his peers in Demolition, a comedy about grief by Jean-Marc Vallée (Dallas Buyers Club, Wild). Jake plays a Wall Street guy who loses his wife but does not know how to grieve or be angry. So everything becomes a metaphor to him. He starts taking machines apart and trying to put them back together to see how they work—this is his way of figuring out what his marriage was. Later he takes apart larger things.

Demolition is very engaging, if a bit too cheerful for a movie about sorrow and loss, but Jake is awesome. In each of his roles, be he a boxer, a gay cowboy, an ambitious lowlife, an academic and his doppelganger, or literally a body in a box, he looks, sounds, and moves differently. In Nightcrawler he looked like a stick insect with giant compound eyes; here, he looks like a very fit, slow-moving investment banker. Demolition also stars Naomi Watts (who would be an even bigger star kung marunong lang siyang magmaganda), Chris Cooper whose sorrow is too real for this movie, and a wonderful new actor named Judah Lewis who plays a teenager who worries he may be gay.

In one scene Jake wears headphones and walks through Wall Street in an interpretative dance of confusion and bottled-up rage. Watch this movie.

Hail, Caesar! is an unexpected Coen Brothers valentine to Hollywood

April 06, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Movies No Comments →

Hail, Caesar! is not one of the Coen Brothers’ masterworks, nor does it aspire to be. It’s a light and jaunty romp somewhere between Raising Arizona and O Brother, Where Art Thou? Like O Brother, Where Art Thou?, it alludes to Sullivan’s Travels, Preston Sturges’s brilliant comedy about filmmakers, their intentions and pretensions.

Josh Brolin stars as a “fixer” at Capitol Studios whose current duties include helping a cowboy western star (Alden Ehrenreich) transition to dramatic actor, covering up the unwanted pregnancy of an Esther Williams-like bathing beauty (a very funny Scarlett Johansson), pacifying two powerful gossip columnists both played by Tilda Swinton, and retrieving a kidnapped star (George Clooney) whose absence is holding up production of a Biblical epic called Hail, Caesar! In the course of 24 hours he crosses paths with an effete director (Ralph Fiennes is a great comic actor), a star of musicals (Is Channing Tatum our Gene Kelly? In any case, everyone is just happy to see him), and in a hilarious scene, the representatives of four major religions vetting the screenplay of the Biblical epic.

Hail, Caesar! pays tribute to the alchemy of cinema, to the way a hokey story full of cheesy lines delivered by ham actors is mysteriously transformed into an emotional truth. This is why we go to the movies.

Hail, Caesar! is now showing at Power Plant Rockwell.

Not even the terrible reviews could prepare us for the ghastly Batman v Superman

April 05, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Movies No Comments →

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice opens in a world where soulless villains from outer space have sucked out all the color, forcing the citizens to live in browns and grays. Nope, it’s just Zack Snyder’s usual palette. What is his problem with color? Does the lack of color signify seriousness, or is it a reaction to the bright primary colors, so much like the comic books, of DC’s competitor? We revisit Metropolis two years after the mass destruction at the end of Man of Steel. Humanity’s love affair with Superman is going sour. He’s being blamed for the destruction of the city. Politicians are bothered by the way he can just do whatever he wants, acting independently of all human authority. Tech billionaire Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenberg, horrendously miscast, turning in the worst performance of his career) plans to use all these to his advantage. And in Gotham City, Bruce Wayne/Batman is seething.

How many times have we seen Bruce Wayne’s parents gunned down in that alley? By now we ourselves should be putting on costumes and going out at night to fight criminals. Employing one of his favorite tricks, slooow motion, Snyder stages the murder of the Waynes and repeats the scenes throughout the movie in order to plant a certain name in our heads. It’s not entirely his fault, half of it is bad writing. (The Carmina and Mike Doctrine: If you see David Goyer’s name in the credits, prepare yourself.) Bruce/Batman is furious at Superman for leveling the Wayne Building in the process of saving Metropolis from General Zod. Given how much collateral damage Batman himself incurs when he’s saving the world, it looks like professional jealousy. The only way Batman’s rage could be justified is if Robin died in the collapse of the Wayne Building, and we don’t see this happening.

Read our review at InterAksyon.

Scenes that come from out of nowhere: That dance in Ex Machina

April 01, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Movies 2 Comments →

The recent announcement that Oscar Isaac and Alex Garland would be working together on Annihilation, based on the work of Jeff VanderMeer, reminded us of our favorite scene in Ex Machina.

Have you read VanderMeer? Should we?

Hele, the Lav Diaz film that won in Berlin, is Stupendous, and we would watch it Again.

March 21, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: History, Movies 1 Comment →


The preview of Hele Sa Hiwagang Hapis (Lullaby to the Sorrowful Mystery) at the Dolphy Theatre in ABS-CBN yesterday was called “Take The Hele Challenge”, playing up the best-known fact about the film: that it’s eight hours long.

Not that it won the Silver Bear in Berlin.

Not that it’s awesome.

But that it’s long, implying that it appeals to masochists.

And that it stars Piolo Pascual and John Lloyd Cruz. (Clearly Lavrente has no manager, or the fact that their names are above and dwarf his own would be an issue.)

We were prepared for the “challenge”. Ricky made up a hashtag: #endlesslav. Ricky, Jay and I met early to get a proper breakfast. I brought a neck pillow for comfort, fish crackers and caramel and cheese popcorn for sustenance, and a fully-charged phone for sending friends desperate pleas to help me escape from the screening. I did not need any of these. Amazingly, I did not need the intermissions (with catering) every three hours, either. They turned out to be a distraction. Once you get in the zone, you just want to keep watching the movie.

It’s gorgeous. It’s bizarre. It’s beautiful. It’s bonkers. At no point did I feel like leaving the cinema.

My friends and I would watch it again. In fact I want to stand outside the theatre and point and laugh at the people who cannot watch it till the end.

Now I have to write about it, and it’s daunting because the review has to do the film justice.

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Here’s the link.–lav-diazs-new-movie-is-the-passion-of-the-filipino-in-8-brief-hours