At The Movies 2001!
Here's a quick summary of some films I saw up to today. Today is June 9, 2002. Last Orders (2001). Cast: Michael Caine, Tom Courtenay, David Hemmings, Bob Hoskins, Helen Mirren, Ray Winstone, Nolan Hemmings, Lois Winstone. Directed by Fred Schepisi. Writing credits: Fred Schepisi, from the Graham Swift novel. Rated R; 109 minutes. Last Orders is a very good film about a guy who dies, and his old buddies and his son who go on a journey to deliver his ashes somewhere. This thoughtful drama about human emotions is what Schepisi is best at. He directed on of my favorite films, The Russia House. His other films have been sort of a potpourri of hit and miss: Fierce Creatures (1997), I.Q. (1994), Six Degrees of Separation (1993), Mr. Baseball (1992), The Russia House (1990), A Cry in the Dark (1988), Roxanne (1987), Plenty (1985), Iceman (1984), Gilbert Roland's last film, Barbarosa (1982). I saw The Independent with Pete at the Lumiere. It was a so-so independent comedy with Jerry Stiller and Janeane Garofalo. I pulled a Dunst Double, seeing Spider-Man and The Cat's Meow on the same day. Spider-Man was pretty good for a major, mainstream Hollywood summer blockbuster. The Cat's Meow was entertaining enough, but a very minor and forgettable about Hearst and Davies and Chaplin and Thomas Ince and his mysterious death on a yacht one day. Hollywood Ending another Woody Allen letdown. A few good moments, some of the cast was very good. The Piano Teacher was a great movie with the great Isabelle Huppert. A disturbing film about an emotionally unbalanced woman and her relationships. Star Wars Pt 5, Attack of the Clones was much better than the dreadful Phantom Menace. But not as good as Spider-Man. Hayden Christensen was terrible. Some of the worst acting I've ever seen in a movie. The romance between him and Natalie Portman was laughable. About a Boy 5.25.2 Metro. With Jenny. Cute Hugh Grant dramedy. Enigma 5.26.2 Clay. Rather old-fashioned spy/romance tale with Jeremy Northam, Kate Winslet, Saffron Burrows and Dougray Scott. Directed by Michael Apted, a Tom Stoppard script. Great score by John Barry. Insomnia with Al Pacino. 5.28.2 Van Ness. With Jenny and Amy. Rather good. Swank better than usual. Williams much better than usual. Remake of a good Swedish film from1997 with Stellan Skarsgaard. Directed by Memento's Christopher Nolan. North to Alaska, on the trail of a murderer, but with deeper, darker psychological issues going on. Maura Tierney, Paul Dooley. CQ Bridge 6.1.2. Fanciful first film from writer-director Roman Coppola. Sort a of a tale of a Barbarella type film being made in 1969. Wonderful soundtrack, cinematography, set design, art direction, and cast: Jeremy Davies (better than usual), Angela Lindvall, Elodie Bouchez, Gerard Depardieu, Giancarlo Giannini, John Phillip Law, Jason Schwartzman, Dean Stockwell, Billy Zane, Sofia Coppola. Unfaithful Vogue 6.2.2. Cliched and rather dull rehash of director Lyne's own Fatal Attraction. Diane Lane is good. Gere and Martinez are fine. APRIL 19, 2002:
I've let this section go so long without any comments. So here's the list of most of the films I've seen in theatres between December 2001 and April 14, 2002. La Buche was cute, interesting, charming, Christmastime, French cinema lite fun. Tape came out around when Richard Linklater's other film, Waking Life came out (and at the same theatre, in San Francisco) and I liked it. Uma Thurman, Ethan Hawke and Robert Sean Leonard play high school friends who get together again 10 years later to sort out some of their past. All takes place in a hotel room, Hawke and Thurman turn in top performances of their careers; Leonard is fine too, no one else at all in the cast. Ocean's Eleven, Vanilla Sky. Ocean's Eleven is entertaining. Good sountrack. Brad Pitt stands out. Vanilla Sky was bad. Cameron Diaz was very good, but otherwise it was irritating. The Royal Tenenbaums, Presidio, 01.04. This film has great performances (especially by Gene Hackman and Gwyneth Paltrow) from a great cast, with a great and original script, well directed. Sets, costumes, photography, music all perfect. This film makes my top ten of the year. Lord of the Rings, Empire, 01.05. Better than Harry Potter. Better than Star Wars 4. McKellan was the best thing about it. Three stars. Gosford Park, UA Metro, 01.06. Entertaining. Good cast, script, direction. A murder mystery on the surface, but it's not really about that. In the Bedroom, Embarc, 01.08. Really good, but not perfect. Tom Wilkinson is amazing. Marisa Tomei is great. The rest of the cast is good too. The Devil's Backbone, 01.10. Not bad, a bit dull and pointless. The Addiction, Roxie, 01.12. Ferrara's jet black modernist horror opus is the final word on drugs and vampires. Overwhelmed by her sadness over the state of mankind, a New York grad student becomes a ravenous blood-sucker after being being bitten by a vampiress. Beautifully shot in black and white. Starring Lili Taylor, Christopher Walken, Annabella Sciorra, Edie Falco, Paul Calderon. Written by Nicholas St. John. Directed by Abel Ferrara. 82 mins. 1985. Black Hawk Down, late Jan. Lots of loud helicopters and stylized cinematography. Some good performances, especially Ron Eldard. Monster's Ball -- really good. Halle Berry deserved the Oscar. Beautiful Mind -- very Ron Howard. Storytelling -- interesting, edgy but not as much as the really brilliant Happiness. High Crimes 04/05/02 -- Presidio -- predictable; also: plot holes. Panic Room around Easter -- Orinda, with Mom and Jo and Dad. Entertaining. Foster was very good, and the actress (Kristen Stewart) who played her daughter was fantastic -- at only 11. Amadeus 04/07/02 -- Bridge. Finally saw it. It was pretty much what I expected. Amadeus. Kissing Jessica Stein 03/19/02 -- Embarcadero. Lesbian related romance, but not really a lesbian romance. Romantic comedy. The film also deals a lot with the Jewish culture. Saw this with my friend Jenny. Very light. Harvard Man Roxie 4/12/2. Disjointed but some really good stuff. Sarah Michelle Gellar is very good. Human Nature Vogue 4/12/2. Some good moments, but aimless. Miranda Otto was good. Changing Lanes Empire 3 4/14/2. 2 and a half stars. Thought it would be worse. Moments of truth, hours of routine actioner.
NOVEMBER 29: Right. So, I saw The Man Who Wasn't There. And I saw Amelie. Due to sickness I missed a ton of other films. Classics at the Roxie and the Stanford. So, screw that. Then I saw the movie with John Travolta which sucked (Domestic Disturbance). And then I saw Heist (with Jenny, Cobb and Amy), which was great. And then I saw Shallow Hal which was really weak. It was like the Farrelly brothers are like in 6th grade and just learned a valuable lesson. Then they tried to put it up on the screen. So lame. The movie has few laughs, and is stupid in it's simplicity. It's the film that's shallow. And I saw Waking Life at the Embarcadero with Pete and I saw Code Unknown again and liked it quite a bit. But I didn't tell Jenny. I saw Intimacy at the Lumiere too. The film featured Kerry Fox of Shallow Grave actually putting Mark Rylance's penis in her mouth, but the film never really managed to be very interesting. Spy Games was next. I like Brad Pitt. That's about it. Oh, and the beautiful Catherine McCormack and her beautiful breasts were wasted. Harry Potter was... well, it could have been worse, right? It was classic fodder. Chris Columbus. Then I saw Donnie Darko at the Lumiere with Jenny on the last Wednesday of November. I liked it. It was raining terribly the night we saw it. It was last minute and we went to dinner to. Well we went to the relatively new deli on Polk. I had a turkey sandy and Jenny had a matzo ball soup. Spelling of matzo is questionable. It's noteworthy because we went there on Sept 11 after the "attack." It was windy and pouring rain on Donnie Darko night. We had a cigarette before we went in. Noah Wyle was in the film, and I'm not sure why, but I really like him. I end up seeing about 2 hours worth of ER per season, and I just like him. That's all I got. Holmes Osborne was good, Drew Barrymore (who also produced) was good, Mary McDonnell was a revelation. Costars Katharine Ross, Patrick Swayze, Maggie Gyllenhaal, James Duval, Beth Grant, Arthur Taxier and Scotty Leavenworth turn in top performances too! NOVEMBER 2: On Sunday, this would be the last Sunday in October. As I was saying, on Sunday, the last Sunday of October, I rode down to the Stanford Theatre amid threats of rain. I went to the diner down there that I always go to, this would be the Peninsula Fountain and Grill. As I was saying, I went to the Peninsula Fountain and Grill and got a cheeseburger and fries. They make really good cheeseburgers. The buns are amazing. Then I walked over to the Stanford and saw Green For Danger. I read Christianna Brand's classic mystery novel years ago. Let's say maybe 8 years ago. Then I bought the Criterion Collection laserdisc of the film. I used to buy things like that when I had money. Anyway, my laserdisc player finally broke about 2 years ago. Or 3. Say 2 and two-thirds years ago my laserdisc player finally broke. It had lasted for, like, over 10 years, so I wasn't really mad at it. But I do often get mad at inanimate objects. Occasionally they end up in pieces. I hadn't seen this highly enjoyable British mystery in, say, six years. Written and directed by Sidney Gilliat and starring Alastair Sim, Leo Genn, Trevor Howard, Sally Gray, Rosamund John, Judy Campbell and Megs Jenkins. In a rural English hospital during WW2, a postman dies on the operating table. The suspects are the four nurses and two doctors in the operating room. Until a lovesick and vengeful nurse ends up with a knife in her back. Then the suspects are three nurses and two doctors. Enter Inspector Cockrill (the brilliant Alastair Sim). Meanwhile four poisonous pills have disappeared and Sally Gray can't decide if she's in love with cool playboy Leo Genn or sad sack Trevor Howard. More a screenwriter than a director, Gilliat also penned the hilarious The Green Man (1956); The Belles of St. Trinian's (1954); The Remarkable Mr. Kipps (1941); Night Train to Munich (1940) for Carol Reed; and Jamaica Inn (1939) and The Lady Vanishes (1938) for Hitchcock. The cast is great, especially chubby Meg Jenkins and the wonderful and underappreciated Leo Genn (Ten Little Indians [1966], 55 Days at Peking [1963], The Longest Day [1962], Moby Dick [1956], Quo Vadis? [1951], The Velvet Touch [1948], The Snake Pit [1948], Mourning Becomes Electra [1947], Henry V [1944], Pygmalion [1938]). After Green for Danger, the Stanford showed The Hound of the Baskervilles, the first of 14 Basil Rathbone/Nigel Bruce Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson films made between 1939 and 1946. More of an "A" picture than the later Holmes films, but not any more fun. Those films work because of Rathbone and Bruce and the foggy "London" settings. And Mary Gordon's delightful Mrs. Hudson in 10 of those films. On Tuesday I saw The Monster Maker (1944) and Among the Living (1941) at the Roxie. The great Roxie has been showing horror all month as a Halloween special. In the extremely silly Monster Maker J. Carroll Naish injects Ralph Morgan with a virus that turns him into a grotesque monster. He does this so that he can get near and marry Morgan's daughter. This film also includes a maniac gorilla (man dressed in apeman costume). In Among the Living "a homicidal lunatic, one of twins, escapes prison and begins a horrifying reign of terror! One of the 40's most overlooked items, bizarre and shocking." Starring Albert Dekker (as the twins), Susan Hayward, Frances Farmer and Harry Carey! Directed by Stuart Heisler. This film is rather entertaining. Two years later the gorgeous and talented, but slightly disturbed Farmer would be tossed into the clink and then a mental hospital and then have a lobotomy. Also, from 1945 to 1946 Albert Dekker served a term in the California legislature representing the Hollywood district. His death by strangulation was declared accidental, although many believed it to be a suicide. Dekker played the evil train magnate in his last film, Sam Peckinpah's The Wild Bunch (1969). On Friday, November 2, I saw Jean-Pierre Melville's Bob Le Flambeur (1955) at the Lumiere. The classic French noir about a suave, high-stakes gambler and the roller coaster commodity called luck. From "Jean-Pierre Melville, child of Hawks, father of Godard." That quote is from the SFGate website, I don't know who said it, but it sounds good. With Roger Duchesne, Isabelle Corey, Daniel Cauchy, Guy Decomble. Written by Auguste Le Breton and Melville. Great film. Melville's later Le Samourai is one of the greatest films ever made. Later I went out to the Roxie again for a Sheldon Leonard Noir Double!!! In Violence (1947) a beautiful undercover reporter is about to break the story on a group of murderous right-wing extremists preying on returning servicemen when an accident renders her an amnesiac! A curious blend of B-movie thrills and sharply drawn social commentary. Starring Michael OšShea, Nancy Coleman, Sheldon Leonard, Emory Parnell, Peter Whitney, John Hamilton, and Frank Cady. Directed by Jack Bernhard. In Street of Chance (1942) an amnesia victim desperately tries to figure out whether or not hešs been involved in murder! A seldom seen noir jewel based on a story by macabre master Cornell Woolrich. Starring Burgess Meredith, Claire Trevor, Jerome Cowan and Sheldon Leonard as a world weary cop. Directed by Jack Hively. OCTOBER 20: It's Saturday morning at 12:30 am as I write this. I was out to dinner with some people, then we went to Backflip. Then I left, and while riding my motorcycle home I witnessed a group of kids around age 20 arguing on the sidewalk. I also saw the cops pull up to the stoplight, which they didn't see. So, this dumb punk-ass bitch type of kid and his stupid girlfriend are arguing and it's pretty much like this: Boy: Fuck you! Girl: Fuck you! Get away from me! Boy: You fuckin' bitch! Girl: Shut up you fuckin' asshole! Then they started pushing each other and then the cops BLARE this horrifying noise that just goes: "BBBBBBBBB-BBBBBBBB-WWWWWWWWWWWW-WWWWWWWWW- AAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAA-HHHHHH-HHHHHHHHH-PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!" I was like "Oh my god!" It was the worst noise ever, worse than that noise your alarm clock makes even.
OCTOBER 19: It's Friday morning at 4:30 am as I write this. I took a sleeping pill at midnight and went to sleep. I woke up at 3am, and couldn't go back to sleep. All day Thursday my internet connection, DSL, Pac Bell, whatever would hardly work. Pages wouldn't load. Right now, at 4:30 it was the same way. Maybe this will go on forever. I woke up with a headache and still have a headache. I am really quite angry right now. Thursday I saw Mulholland Drive again. Am starting to piece together my version of what happened/what it's all about. OCTOBER 16: Have been sending out resumes trying to get job. Today, Tuesday I saw The Endurance at the Castro at 2pm. My friend was working there so I got in free. It was a documentary about Ernest Shackleton's ill fated attempt to get to the South Pole in 1914. The boat got caught in the ice. In 1916, every man made it out alive. Diets of penguin; killing the sled dogs for food, momentary dissention, momentary disintery, Shackleton did a good job keeping his men from going insane. He died of a heart attack at 47 trying to get back down to Antarctica. Liam Neeson narrated and kept pronouncing Antarctica as "Antartica" -- driving me nuts. Then I rode over to see Bandits at the UA Metro on Union. Bruce Willis and Billy Bob Thornton play convicts with toupees who escape and rob banks in a friendly fashion. Cate Blanchett is wonderful and beautiful. Azura Skye is good in a small role. Rather dull film. Jane Fonda and Tom Hayden's son Troy Garity is good in a role that appears to have been written for Pauly Shore. My sister knew Troy Garity at college. OCTOBER 13: Fox has this new show, like a dark comic type show called Pasadena. It stars Natasha Gregson Wagner and Dana Delany, so I've been wanting to see it. It was supposed to start airing about a month ago. Due to terrorist bombings, baseball games, etc. it has yet to air, at least when I've tried to see it. Every week the TV Guide says it will, and it doesn't. Tonight, Friday the 12th, it wasn't on because a special "White House requested" episode of America's Most Wanted was on. Trying to capture various terrorists. Today Eric and I saw David Lynch's Mulholland Drive at the Embarcadero. This movie features brand new "Person of the Week" Naomi Watts. Gorgeous. Brilliant. Beautiful. Amazing. Other than Naomi Watts' groundbreaking performance, there's also Justin Theroux, Laura Elena Harring, Ann Miller (very good), Dan Hedaya, Robert Forster, Michael J. Anderson (the Twin Peaks midget), composer Angelo Badalamenti (very funny taking care of his espresso), Missy Crider, Billy Ray Cyrus (surprisingly funny), Chad Everett, Melissa George, Lee Grant, James Karen, Monty Montgomery (in his brilliant film debut as the Cowboy), and Katharine Towne. The film is about 2 and half hours. The film is weird. It's crazy Lynch, like Lost Highway, but much better. I've been thinking about it a lot since I saw it, and that is rare, in itself. I also plan to see it again soon, another rarity. IN OCTOBER: I like to sit in one of the side sections in movie theatres. If there's a large center section and two smaller sections on the right and left divided by aisles. I like to sit on the aisle seat in the side section. I hate sitting in the center section because everyone sits there. I've been in theatres before where the entire center section is jam-packed full and there's like 8 people in the side sections. I don't like sitting in the center section because someone sits right in front of you blocking your view, or someone sits right behind you coughing, sneezing or whispering or talking. Or someone sits right next to you touching you. I had to sit in the center section seeing Mulholland Drive and this guy sat next to me and you know what he did? He'd repeat lines the actors said and then kind of giggle. Like, "oh that's a good line, I'm going to repeat it out loud in the middle of the movie sitting right next to this guy." On October 4th, at the Castro, the Goethe-Institut presented a tribute to Fritz Lang: Frau Im Mond (Woman in the Moon) at 7:30. In 1933, Joseph Goebbels offered Fritz Lang the honor of heading up the Third Reich film industry. The famous director responded by leaving the country for France and eventually the United States, where he settled in 1935. Lang's close brush with Nazism, which he had predicted so inventively in Spies, M, and Dr. Mabuse, haunted him throughout his life. Both, his German and his Hollywood films deal with man in continual flight from capture and death. Probably the most realistic lunar expedition prior to NASA's 1969 voyage, Fritz Lang's science-fiction epic Frau im Mond (Woman in the Moon) is truly remarkable in its use of imaginative sets and special effects. Based on a melodramatic script by Lang and his wife Thea von Harbou that deals with the conflicts among the crew of a rocketship on its way to the moon, the film's expressive photography incorporates work by the pioneer animator Oskar Fischinger, with prophetic details such as multi-stage rockets, weightlessness and the first countdown. Germany (1928/29) Restored 35mm print from Murnau-Stiftung. 167 minutes (2 hours and 45 minutes!). Outstanding musical accompaniment by Jon Mirsalis on the piano. I saw Ginger Snaps at the Roxie somewhere between Oct 5 and Oct 11. From Canada comes this yearšs most enjoyable and truly scary horror (it's about as good as Jeepers Creepers, better than Session 9 and not as good as Joy Ride) film - Ginger Snaps. Fifteen year old Brigitte (dull, plain and brooding Emily Perkins) and her nearly-sixteen sister Ginger (pretty Katharine Isabelle) are a team - best friends and self-styled outcasts. Obsessed with dying and bound by a childhood pact to stay together forever, they loathe their mind-numbing existence in the suburb of Bailey Downs. On the night of Gingeršs first period, the two girls are heading through the woods on the edge of town to pull an evil prank on an obnoxious classmate when Ginger is savagely attacked by a wild creature. Ginger survives and as her horrible wounds miraculously heal over it becomes increasing obvious to Brigitte that Ginger is becoming a werewolf. Driven by a mounting, inexplicable blood lust, Ginger soon transforms from a disdainful outsider into an aggressive young woman on the prowl. Brigitte has nowhere to turn for help except to bad-boy Sam, the local pot supplier and amateur botanist. Together they search for a way to cure the otherworldly infection coursing through Gingeršs veins. On Halloween night a violent struggle between the three leaves Brigitte with little choice but to put an end to the nightmare which began that night deep in the woods. Kris Lemche co-stars as the bad-boy botanist and the incredible Mimi Rogers appears as the girlsš mother. Written by Karen Walton. Directed by John Fawcett. In Color. 35mm. 108 mins. 2001. On Friday, October 19 I saw From Hell at the Coronet. Not bad, but a disappointment. Depp and Ian Holm and Robbie Coltrane are good and the cast is fine, and the period detail is great. But it's just kind of dull and routine. Jack the Ripper is really sort of a hired killer for a government conspiracy kind of thing. Which is fine. It's just like we've seen all this before, we know what's going to happen, we know who the killer is (because who else could it be?). No surprises, lots of gruesome details. Under the Sun is a Swedish film that I saw at the Opera Plaza on Saturday. British filmmaker Colin Nutley made this pastoral Swedish romance about a lonely 40-year-old farmer (Rolf Lassgard) who advertises for a housekeeper and receives the surprise of love. Lassgard is wonderful as the lumbering, illiterate naif, as is Helena Bergstrom (Nutley's wife) as Ellen, the mysterious city lady who answers Olof's ad and enters his bed. Except it's a bit far-fetched. We never find out why this beautiful woman ran away to the country or why she fell in love with the goofy and somewhat stupid Lassgard. He's a nice guy, but... so am I. Takes place in the summer of 1956. Sunday, October 21 I saw Wisconsin Death Trip at the Castro. Here's what the Castro says about it: "Writer/Director James Marsh's first feature, Wisconsin Death Trip, is an intimate, shocking and sometimes hilarious account of the disasters that befell one small town in Wisconsin during the final decade of the 19th century. The film is inspired by Michael Lesy's book of the same name which was first published in 1973. Lesy discovered a striking archive of black and white photographs in the town of Black River Falls dating from the 1890s and married a selection of these images to extracts from the town's newspaper from the same decade. The effect was surprising and disturbing. The town of Black River Falls seems gripped by some peculiar malaise and the weekly news is dominated by bizarre tales of madness, eccentricity and violence amongst the local population. Suicide and murder are commonplace. People in the town are haunted by ghosts, possessed by devils and terrorized by teenage outlaws and arsonists. Like the book, the film is constructed entirely from authentic news reports from the Black River Falls' newspaper with occasional excerpts from the records of the nearby Mendota Asylum for the Insane. The film also makes use of the haunting black and white photographs taken by the resident portrait photographer of Black River Falls at the end of the 19th century. The film unfolds over four seasons and certain characters feature throughout the film as their criminal behavior lands them in the newspaper again and again. Jo Vukelich portrays Mary Sweeney, a cocaine-snorting school mistress with a compulsion to smash windows, who frequently runs amok in the area. Another eccentric is Pauline L'Allemand (played by Marilyn White), a mildly famous opera singer who gets washed up in the town with no money and ends up going more and more crazy. A 13 year old boy (Marcus Monroe) murders an old man for kicks and then engages in sporadic gun battles with a pursuing posse. All the while, buildings are being torched by a bored teenage girl, a diphtheria epidemic devastates the town's infant population and all manner of strange suicides are being reported in great detail. Presiding over the chaos of the newspaper stories and providing a linking device for the intricate screenplay is the character of the newspaper editor who is portrayed by actor Jeffrey Gordon. The stories from the newspaper are narrated by award-winning actor Ian Holm. Director Marsh notes "the newspaper was run at the time by an Englishman called Frank Cooper, so Ian was a perfect choice for us-his voice conveys an incredible range of moods-incredulity, moral indignation, sly humour-while remaining both authoritative and soothing." The score includes music by John Cale, DJ Shadow and various other composers. "The film realizes the ambitions of its small team (along with Mr. Marsh, producer, Maureen Ryan; director of photography, Eigil Bryld, and editor Jinx Godfrey): the wish, in Mr. Marsh's words, "to create rhythm, in the shooting and the editing, relentlessly putting together little fragments of stories, building to them and building away from them." What they got, though, was the illusion of a tale complete and whole, a distant story from a century ago that with the force of prophecy seems to rush forward, to our time and past it." -Greil Marcus, The New York Times. (1999) 76 minutes." Sounds good doesn't it? It's not. It's long at 76 minutes, and all the stuff written here is not delved into any deeper. This little synopsis is all you need. Don't bother seeing the film. Also of note a strange, elderly fat woman sat a row in front of me, across the aisle and made noise, talked to herself, people, the screen, etc. At one point a character in the takes out a fan and starts fanning herself. So, this old lady in the theatre takes out her fan and starts fanning herself, very melodramatically, for the audience. The guy sitting behind her looks over at me and we just laugh. Very weird. That night I saw Joy Ride at the Kabuki. Very entertaining suspense film from John Dahl. This film belongs with Red Rock West and The Last Seduction as his trilogy of funny, suspenseful modern midwestern thrillers. Steve Zahn and his brother Paul Walker are driving from Utah to New Jersey, they buy a CB radio and play a practical joke on the wrong guy. He dogs them the rest of the trip. Leelee Sobieski costars as Paul Walker's crush. Murder and mayhem included. Serendipity, frankly could have been worse. I was expecting it to be. I went to the Empire 3 Monday to see The Last Castle, but they had switched the showtimes on me, so I saw Serendipity. Routine romantic comedy with John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale meeting, then losing touch because of fate or some stupid idea Kate has. Then like 7 years later they get back together just in time before they both marry someone else. Molly Shannon, Jeremy Piven, John Corbett, Buck Henry, Eugene Levy and, from Kids and Bully, Leo Fitzpatrick costar.
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