I’ve had a sharp eye on thoughts on and reviews of Roland Emmerich’s “Anonymous” out of the Toronto film fest. I had expected to be alone in my appreciation for the film (having heard of quite a few detractors), but I must say I was relieved to see that some are reacting in the positive.
The Guardian’s Damon Wise, for instance, gave it mostly high marks (which is noteworthy given that it comes from across the pond where I imagine scrutiny would be harsher). “Roland Emmerich’s meticulously crafted and often well-acted exposé of the ‘real’ William Shakespeare is shocking only in that it is rather good,” he writes. “[B]eneath the CG and bombast there is a very enjoyable film. Emmerich vividly portrays Elizabethan audiences and their visceral appreciation of the plays put before them.”
In the theatre section, though, Wise’s colleague Paul Edmonson took extreme aim at the authorship question in advance of the film’s festival bow.
I have to say, quite unexpectedly, I really liked Roland Emmerich’s
My RSS feed was absolutely stuffed to the brim with the clamoring re-reporting of the geek press’s favorite story of the week yesterday:
After premiering two films at September’s Venice fest, perhaps the most surprising thing about Werner Herzog
*All historical figures are adjusted to
I’m in San Francisco through the weekend and, having missed the week’s
*All historical figures cited are adjusted to today’s dollars.
I love watching the end of the world unfold on screen. It’s just something I enjoy. And sue me if I was a little bummed at a certain caution on the part of Hollywood to offer up the apocalyptic imagery it had serviced to the masses in the action-packed summers of the 1990s following 9/11.
I have my own fascinations with the year 2012, by now making leaps and bounds in the pop culture stratosphere some 20 years since Jose Arguelles first began scaring the shit out of everyone back in 1987.