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www.videovista.net - : It just so happened that I had a copy of Bruno Dumont's previous film, L'humanite (1999) sitting around on video, a quid of a purchase, so prior to watching the director's new film, Twenty-nine Palms, I thought I might study his style through two films. Lauded by critics, loved by my fast forward button. L'humanitie was a badly filmed drudge, woefully performed, incorrigibly dragging its rudimentary plotline over an unnecessary 143 minutes. It was unconvincing on every front. Call that a policeman, call that an investigation, call that acting, call that an intelligent being, call that funny... call that continuity? My only assumption is that in a stultifyingly average week of crash, bang, wallop, Hollywood attention seeking this damp no-go of a film was the essential chill-out room for the exhausted critics. An opportunity for the press to post-it a 'do not disturb' notice on their foreheads, throw their feet over the viewing-theatre chairs, and nod off with one eye open. Several times I thought I imagined I heard the song for the tortoise from Fingerbobs. If reviewing L'humanite here, I would have been pained and struggled to find that one out of ten when rating. Instead watch an episode of A Touch Of Frost or the Sky One series A Mind For Murder, if you must, for murder investigations in dank and dull communities; I am certain it would be more interesting. more...
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www.einsiders.com - : The Drifter (Jeremy Davies) incurs the wrath of The Judge (Michael Lerner) to the extent that the latter wishes the former ''removed''. To this end The Judge visits casino owner, The Chief (Russell Means), telling him that The Drifter is an undercover FBI investigator. The Chief sanctions the hit, and dispatches his henchman to do the deed. The henchman succeed in killing The Drifter's girlfriend, but The Drifter himself, witnessing the event goes on the run. more...
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