Ironman/Tony Stark: He's the guy everyone calls on in a pinch -- and he'll always come to the rescue, but he wants the glory for doing it, and he has no intention of sharing the spotlight. It's his way or the highway, and you're never going to mean more to him than his favorite suit.
Ultimately, each time we go to the movies, we, the audience, make a choice for better or worse cinema. We make a decision that influences what gets made, what gets produced, what is distributed and shown.
Which is what I value most about the film festival experience in general: the chance it offers to discover a film, a filmmaker, an actor -- the operative word being discover. That's less and less of a factor at this particular festival these days. Instead, it seems stacked with pre-sold titles.
Boasting a cast with the likes of Kevin Spacey and Demi Moore, Margin Call trains a laser-like beam on the players at a giant Wall Street firm over a 24-hour period preceding the world economic meltdown.
I'm not going to tell you about the plot -- it is ridiculous. For me to even discuss it would take away whatever pleasures might be there. But if I were you, I would do what most audiences have done: not go.
The Tourist is more like steerage than coach, a tarted-up piece of product that's flat and witless. Hopefully, Henckel von Donnersmarck will go back to making his own films and put Hollywood in his rearview mirror.
Much has already been written about Shutter Island, but my perspective may be different because the film reminded me of my own state of mind years ago, in 1999, when I was having my second psychotic break.