Showing posts with label james foley. Show all posts
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Sunday, 16 November 2025

Netflix And Chill: Perfect Stranger (2007)

While I picked Perfect Stranger as a viewing choice because I believed it would fit alongside the many noir movies I have been watching this month, I knew that I shouldn't go getting my hopes up. Released in 2007, meaning it could have good or bad performances from the two main leads (Halle Berry and Bruce Willis), and appearing to be skirting the erotic thriller sub-genre without being either erotic or thrilling enough to have been involved in any conversations I have had over the years about those movies, it's safe to say that I set the bar low when I pressed play on this. And it still let me down.

Berry plays Rowena Price, an investigative journalist who finds herself at a low point when her latest story, one she has been working on for month, is nixed by her boss. Eager to sink her teeth into something else, Rowena is delighted to discover some rumours about Harrison Hill (Willis). He seems to spend a lot of his time guided by his libido, and may also be a killer. Helped with the tech side of things by her colleague and friend, Miles (Giovanni Ribisi), Rowena sets about getting as close as she can to Harrison. She could even be putting herself in serious danger. Although . . . is Harrison the one that she needs to be most wary of?

Director James Foley had an interesting career, and he was behind the camera for at least one classic. This is nowhere close to his best work, and I'd say that it's not even jostling for a place alongside his more average works. Perfect Stranger feels like a film that is all out of sorts. It's almost a decade too late, considering when it could have felt a bit ahead of the curve, it has a clumsy and unengaging screenplay from Todd Komarnicki, and none of the stars are able to grin and wallow in the potential sexiness and sleaze of the plot. 

I didn't expect Willis to be very good here (it's after his peak acting period, and he was never at his best in other films I would place close to this . . . e.g. Color Of Night), but it's a shame that Berry is also unable to do anything with the material. While I have often argued that Berry stopped being sexy when film-makers started pushing her as "SEXY", she still has the huge advantage of being Halle bloody Berry. You wouldn't think that here though, which may be due to her being hobbled by both the screenplay and her co-stars. As for Ribisi . . . he just doesn't feel like he belongs anywhere within this film, let alone being the third main name in the cast. Gary Dourdan is welcome for a couple of brief scenes, but the only other person I want to mention is Nicki Aycox, playing the friend who sets everything in motion before mysteriously disappearing.

I pressed play on Perfect Stranger while wondering why I couldn't recall anyone ever mentioning it. I watched the end credits roll by with a very good understanding of why it wasn't mentioned. It's just bad. Not laughably awful. Not painful (not to me anyway, although that might just say something about my pain threshold). Just bad, and subsequently very easy to forget about. Some may think that the very end of the film saves it. I would argue that the very end just adds insult to injury.

3/10

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Tuesday, 22 November 2022

Noirvember: Confidence (2003)

It sometimes strikes me as wild that Edward Burns had (has?) a decent acting career, to the point where he was considered a viable leading man for some movies that have very strong supporting casts. I don’t hate Burns, that would be far too strong a reaction, but he is never someone who I would consider a first choice for any movie role, even the ones that he wrote and directed himself. There’s just a whopping great lack of charm, which makes it even harder to accept him in his lead role here, playing someone supposedly smart and charming enough to lead a con team on a number of successful jobs.

Burns is Jake, the leader of a group who have honed their craft over a number of years. His crew includes Gordo (Paul Giamatti), Miles (Brian Van Holt), Al (Louis Lombardi), and even a couple of cops (played by Donal Logue and Luis Guzmán). Things get sticky when the team con someone out of a load of money that actually belongs to a crime boss named King (Dustin Hoffman). Coming up with a way to appease King isn’t easy, but Jake thinks he can manage it, with the help of a woman named Lily (Rachel Weisz). There are so many ways things could go wrong though, especially with federal agent Gunther Butan (Andy Garcia) snooping around.

If you have seen any con movie then you will know how this film plays out. I could easily name you a dozen con films right now that are better than this, but that isn’t to say that this is a bad film. Director James Foley and writer Doug Jung may feel as if they are just going through things mechanically, but the mechanics of any con movie can end up being the most appealing aspect. Knowing how things are playing out just keeps viewers closely onside with the con artists, which is satisfying enough when they are trying to get one over on someone who deserves to be fleeced. A lack of surprise in a con movie doesn’t automatically equate to a lack of enjoyment, not for me anyway.

With the exception of Burns, the cast all help to make this more enjoyable than it otherwise would be. Hoffman is an enjoyable villain, and just about manages to feel like a real threat, and both Giamatti and Weisz are easy highlights. There are more people to keep an eye on though, including Morris Chestnut, Tom Lister Jr, Robert Forster (sadly onscreen for seconds), John Carroll Lynch, and Leland Orser. Alongside the other supporting players already mentioned, it’s almost as if someone was savvy enough to realise that a lot of talent was required to compensate for the bland leading man.

Nobody here will put this at the top of their C.V. This is a lesser film in almost every department. It manages to avoid being bad though. That is mostly due to the cast, but it is also partly due to the innate charm of the con movie format, which always tends to appeal to me. You could even say that I’m a sucker for them.

6/10

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Friday, 9 November 2018

Filmstruck Friday: Glengarry Glen Ross (1992)

I haven't seen many other movies directed by James Foley. I can't even say that I remember his name when I am not ensuring that I get the details right for this movie review. But he's the man at the helm of one of my favourite films. Yet, and I know this may seem unfair, he's probably the person I would credit least with helping to make this film great. I save most of the praise for the writer, David Mamet adapting his own play for the screen, and the cast, which I will get to in due course.

The plot revolves around a bunch of real estate salesmen who get quite a shock when the company sends along a no-nonsense "axeman" to lay down the law - the top salesman will get a prize, the second will get a lesser prize, third place gets you fired. Knowing that there are a whole stack of new, promising, sales leads in the office, the group start to be tempted, being used to doing whatever it takes to get sales and earning their own commission.

It's hard not to write this review and just fill up space with choice quotes from this movie. Fans of Mamet will already know him as quite the wordsmith, pick any film he's been a part of and you can find some magnificent dialogue, but this may well be his best work, which is quite the compliment when you think of his other stuff (off the top of my head, I highly recommend both House Of Games and The Spanish Prisoner). It's not just the individual soundbites here, Glengarry Glen Ross is an ensemble piece that makes sure everyone involved has at least one chance to relish their role.

Where to begin with the cast? Al Pacino is there, giving a very entertaining performance even as he teeters on the edge of the full self-parody he would ease into by the mid-1990s, Ed Harris is at his angry best, and Alan Arkin is a man who feels less assured and more out of place among the more savage salesmen he works with. Jonathan Pryce is also wonderful for every moment he's onscreen, playing a potential customer being "wooed" by Pacino. You also get Kevin Spacey as the man in charge of the office, and in charge of those precious sales leads, and Alec Baldwin in such a brilliant bit of scene-stealing that I believe, but could be wrong, it set him on the right path of decades of scene-stealing ahead of him, something he does so much better than any lead roles (sorry Alec . . . like he'd ever read this). Despite all of that talent on display, and not one of the cast members lets the side down, the best performance in the movie comes from the one and only Jack Lemmon. It's hard to properly convey just how absolutely brilliant he is here, giving a masterclass in acting as his character is, by turns, bitter, manipulative, charming, depressed, elated, foolish, wise, and more. He seems to be the hungriest of the group, a hunger born of his current situation and his recollection of his past glory days.

Okay, I guess I should give more credit to Foley. Not only does he make sure that the camera is pointing the right way (although this is a very unfussy adaptation of the play that could just as easily have been, with a few tweaks, a straight recording of the show) but he makes the most of the cast and does a great job of not trying to fix anything that isn't broken. Unlike the onscreen events, this is very much a team effort.

The only things stopping Glengarry Glen Ross from being a perfect movie for me are the fact that a) it feels a bit stagey during the few times when I am not distracted by the script, b) I would have preferred some better resolutions for a couple of characters who just end up exiting before the final scenes, and c) there is no c. I just wouldn't have felt right if I ended the review without a reminder to Always Be Closing.

9/10

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