Point Form Review: "Nine"

-it is when the script deviates from a slavish "re-imagining" of 8 1/2 that the film pops and comes into its own: at the heart of this is the love story between Guido and his wife, which ebbs with true emotion and a sense of melancholic loss.

-Marshall's previous experiment in diegesis was a smashing success: here, it doesn't quite work. The cross-cutting is clumsy, especially when static 'real world' shots are juxtaposed to the non-stop pans of the musical numbers

-trashy, gaudy costumes that seem to celebrate Contini's misogyny, but without Fellini's self-critique of this misogyny

-staging of the 'show-stopping' musical numbers is sloppy and horrifically shot, suffering from what I'm starting to call Glee-itis. You know the tricks: the swooping camera that never stops panning, the pandering to the fourth wall, Michael Bay style lets-stick-things-in-front-of-the-camera-so-it-blocks-the-action.

-the 1960s Italian setting adds nothing to the film in the end: frankly, the film would have played better without the obsessive attempts to pay homage to "retro". Why do I say this? Because as I mentioned before, where the film pops is when it deviates from 8 1/2 entirely. "Cinema Italiano" is an insufferable number of all stylization and no substance, likewise "A Call from the Vatican": both are similarly devoid of all eroticism in favour of vulgarity, like any recent music video.

-must always be in constant dialogue with its source, as a self-reflexive homage to 8 1/2, Fellini, 60s Italian cinema and the creative process itself; this is probably why the elements that are not present in the original --i.e. Dench's costume designer muse of common sense, Cotillard and Day-Lewis' newly intensified love arc-- present themselves much more forcefully: they are new.

-That is, except for Kate Hudson's superfluous addition, which adds nothing to the film except another Victoria Secret cover shoot.

Essentially, a dumbed-down version of 8 1/2, tailor-made for contemporary audiences who want everything presented in clear, concise and painfully obvious fashion.

Point Form Review: "Super 8"

-tightly directed and written... up to a certain point. Then it descends into a by-the-numbers disaster film and loses its best narrative threads and thematic motifs, choosing instead a bland recreation of early Spielberg, seemingly throwing away everything it was building up to... in favour of razzle-dazzle that ultimately rings false and hollow.

-sets up the importance of their tape... for no apparent reason at all. Deals with notions of nostalgia, Bazinian notions of memory and preservation, until the monster shows up and we're assaulted with the Big Set Piece.

-he actually slaps Alice and then declares that he must rescue her: this isn't nostalgia, it's disgusting! I thought we moved on from the damsel-in-distress year ago. (Pfft, who am I kidding?)

-monster is all high-concept, and deflates as the film progresses. Genuinely gripping moments until it is fully revealed, as a psychic-subterranean-fussy-E.T. creature with simply Too Much.

-interesting use of paranoiac anti-government conspiracy theory, bordering on satirical.

-what happens to Charles? He's literally left behind, and he was actually interesting -- just like the tape. Setting something up with no satisfying pay-off.