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Radioactive (Marie Curie Story)
Like so many historical biopics, most recent example “Tesla” “Radioactivity” feels surface, too many montages to depict passage of time, too glossy. I’d really like to see a gritty movie about a notable person of history. One that’s intriguing and reflective of the person, not just marking beats of their life’s résumé. And one not so romanticized and glamorized.
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Wrong Protagonist: THE HIGH NOTE
Yet, in my opinion, the movie should have centered around Grace Davis and been more of a drama, than comedy. I would have liked to have seen more of her struggle to come to grips with where she is in her career and life. And to have seen more of how she got to be this icon. We get some of all that, but it’s a side dish, instead of the main course.
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Movie Blog Post: BABY DRIVER
The trick to this movie is the music, it’s really a sound track with a movie instead of a movie with a soundtrack, but I say that admiring the creative concept. Baby always listens to music on his headphones, especially while driving, as a way to both soundtrack his life and drown out the ringing tinnitus in his ears....
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Love, Sacrifice and Black Holes: THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING
by Le Anne Lindsay, Editor My first thought, well not first, but second or third thought after seeing The Theory of Everything was – how could someone all crippled up with ALS, who can’t even feed himself, have a better sex life than me!?! Stephen Hawking’s, (Sheldon Cooper’s idol for any Big Bang Theory fans) life is proof that our sheer mental will, along with the love of a good woman, can work miracles. Diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s Disease (ALS) after tripping through the ivory courtyards of Cambridge University; Hawking, played with great honesty by Eddie Redmayne, is told he has this degenerative motor neurons affliction and is given 2…
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What A: RUSH (Directed by Ron Howard)
I had every real intention of being a race car driver when I grew up. For my 6th birthday, I got the cutest yellow race car, the kind you can sit in and drive. Today it would have been electrically powered, but back then it had foot pedals. Then as I got older, each Christmas, I would ask for a bigger and better race track. Before drifting off to sleep, I’d imagine the controls in my hand and how great it was going to be to speed around that track and beat my sister. At the arcade, I cared not a wit for Pacman or Donkey Kong, I went…
