I got all five senses and I slept last night, that puts me six up on the lot of you
"Brick" may well be the best movie I saw all year. Like a lot of people, probably, I assumed it would just be a gimmick-fueled romp through the mind of yet another Belle & Sebastien fan armed with a fuzzy sweater, an iMac and a half-completed stint at film school. But the whole Sam Spade Takes Algebra conceit managed to work, somehow, and the fact that the kid from "Third Rock From The Sun" was the lead didn't sink it, somehow. Actually, that guy comes off as a complete badass, which I would have thought unfathomable before. It's a miracle what a good script can do for a movie, isn't it? Maybe the most amazing thing is, I can actually imagine that whole deal going down at my high school, and every single character reminded me of someone I knew when I went there. And I liked how all the female characters were total psycho sluts. Yes, it is film noir, but it's also the '00s, and I'm glad someone is keeping the pre-suffrage flame alive. Burn it bright, Rian Johnson!
Which is an unexpectedly lovely segue into my next topic, which is the fact that apparently Sleater-Kinney broke up. All I have to say about that is, who's got the motherfucking champagne! (Which is to say, I'm not really anti-feminazi, but I am definitely anti-shrill-awful-god-forsaken-melody (or lack of melody altogether, you decide; either way, it wasn't pretty.))
Also, is it me, or is Jill Carroll not just the cutest hostage ever? Not in the "I'd like to nob you now please" sense of being cute, more in the "I could just sop you up with a burka and eat you" sense.
I just looked at some photos of Rian Johnson, and he does look partial to the fuzzy sweater routine; however, my previous comments nonetheless stand, for now.