Beatriz made everyone at dinner so uncomfortable and squirmy, and they deserved every second of it.People who take from and abuse the world being called on it is one of my favorite movie genres. Making the excuse that we're all here for a short time, so why not just enjoy ourselves is the most selfish thing ever said. People with the resources should be helping others in some way, not just helping themselves.Salma is fantastic as Beatriz. Lithgow is too, as the smarmy billionaire. This movie will give you a lot to think about. It may not be for everyone, and the outcome is not completely satisfying. I thought I was getting a comedy, seeing as it was written by Mike White, who gave us School of Rock.
Written by Mike White, Beatriz at Dinner completes an unofficial trilogy with the screenwriter's Year of the Dog and the HBO series Enlightened. All three of these works are about middle aged women searching for relevance in modern society via politics. This one is a bit smaller in scale, a bit less comedic, but it shares a lot of traits with the other film and TV series. Salma Hayek stars (and is fantastic) as a holistic healer and masseuse. She is called to a rich client's home, where her car breaks down after the job. Stuck there overnight, she is invited by the client (Connie Britton) to stay overnight and dine at their party. There's a bit of fish-out-of-water comedy here, but it's more painfully awkward than funny, and the class issues are at time gut wrenching. One of the other guests is a rich mogul (John Lithgow), whom Hayek seems to know from the past. Perhaps fate has brought them together for a reason? Lithgow is an obvious stand-in for Donald Trump. Frankly, all the wealthy characters, even the relatively friendly Britton, are despicable, but White doesn't do much to stack the deck against them. They certainly don't speak in any way that feels egregiously unfair. Lithgow definitely chews into the role, but, hey, so does Donald Trump. I'm not entirely satisfied with the ending, and I would say this is the weakest of the trilogy, but it's easily the most thoughtful and most thought-provoking film I've seen all summer. 8/10.
Beatriz (Salma Hayek) is an environmentalist and new age masseuse. She goes into a gated community to work on rich client Kathy (Connie Britton). Kathy gushes over her due to her work with Kathy's cancer-strickened daughter. It's been a bad time for Beatriz. Someone had killed her beloved goat. After her car breaks down, Kathy invites her to the dinner party that night. Beatriz gets into a rolling argument with the main guest, rich arrogant land developer Doug Strutt (John Lithgow). Her family was devastated when a hotel developer moved into her Mexican village. She objects to his big game hunting and her callous treatment of the environment.This is an interesting little indie of a committed leftist dropped in the middle of the privileged crowd. There is a good little conflict. Lithgow is unrepentant and I really like his "we're all dying" take on the world. I want more of that from writer Mike White. In the end, there is little more of 75 minutes of actual screen time. The movie is begging for more with Hayek and Lithgow. They could have had a free-wheeling debate. Instead, it goes for the cheap kill and forgets it with a dream reversal. This movie goes halfway done the road and then it pulls over to the side of the road before reaching its true destination.
The Perfect Host is a 2010 American black comedy/psychological thriller film written and directed by Nicholas Tomnay, a remake of Tomnay's short film The Host (2001). The film stars David Hyde Pierce and Clayne Crawford. Filming took place in Los Angeles, California, over seventeen days.
Fugitive John Taylor flees an initially unspecified crime, with a wounded foot. (Flashbacks and news reports reveal he robbed a bank, in collusion with a teller.) He stops in a convenience store for some disinfectant, just moments before it is robbed; he manages to turn the tables on the robber, but she gets away with his wallet. The store's TV identifies John and his car, so he quickly ditches it, proceeding on foot into an expensive neighborhood. With a sob story about being mugged, he gains entry to the house of Warwick Wilson, who is preparing a dinner party. He makes small talk and drinks red wine while trying to figure out his next move, and how to keep his lies from being found out. When the radio news makes an announcement about John, he angrily shushes Warwick, revealing himself. John intends to kill Warwick, and tells him so, also forcing him to call his guests to cancel. Suddenly, John keels over; the wine has been drugged, and Warwick is not the person he seems.
The film premiered in January 2010 at the Sundance Film Festival. The Perfect Host played at several other film festivals, including Fantasia 2010 and Sitges 2010. It won the audience award at the Amsterdam Fantastic Film Festival 2011, a Saturn award and best feature at the Abertoir Film Festival 2011: Wales' national horror film festival. The film was released theatrically in the United States on July 1, 2011 in a limited release.
I can't believe what I just saw. This film was simultaneously about nothing and yet a complete conglomeration of everything they could squeeze into 2 hours. The plot doesn't even actually come into play until an hour and a half into the film and even when that happens it makes no sense. I can't say a single good thing about this movie. Everything about this movie is...for lack of a better term...f*cked. The direction is f*cked. The story is f*cked. The characters are f*cked. The tone is f*cked. The editing is REALLY F*CKED. Everything about this movie, aside from a few good camera shots, is terrible. Everything. The acting somehow was terrible. When you have Richard Gere and Steve Coogan in a movie, I expect at least them to be good in their roles and not even they could escape the suckfest this film is.I wish I could say what this movie was even about, but even if I had a gun pointed directly at my head I couldn't tell you for sure what this movie is really about. Here's my best try though...okay...two older rich white couples with rich white problems go to a luxurious restaurant for dinner to have flashbacks about their spouses having cancer, mental disorders, their kids throwing basketballs through store shop windows, mommy issues, compare all their problems to the Battle of Gettysburg, and when they have the time they finally get around to talking out loud about how they should figure out whether or not to turn their sons in for murdering a homeless woman at an ATM by setting her on fire...which the ATM camera filmed...and they also filmed with their phones...and posted it on a discount YouTube site...But don't worry about any of that because by the end of it, NOTHING IS RESOLVED. It literally at the most awkward time I've ever seen a movie end, it cuts to black. The parents decide to wait a few days to think on whether they'll actually turn their boys in for murder, in the meantime they'll take a vacation. One of the parents (played by Steve Coogan) is crazy and attempts to murder his nephew (Richard Gere's son), which is one of the sons involved that is blackmailing Coogan's son. Gere and the wives arrive before Coogan can do anything, Gere beats up Coogan and they all call the boy on their phones to try to get a hold of him to make sure he's alright. I think they do get a hold of him, but it was unclear. Camera takes one last look at Coogan being winded from getting his butt kicked. Cut to black. Credits...screw this movie.Everything about this movie was shockingly incompetent. From relatively awkward to jaw dropping, God awful editing. Pretentious and hollow dialog and character writing. Nonsensical story with zero structure to it. Cheap looking cinematography that tries its hardest to look like it has a budget but falls short. The tone is about as stable as a man hanging himself from his busted ceiling fan to jerk off to crumpled pictures of goats...yeah, I dare you to get that image out of your head. Seriously, this movie is the definition of a train wreck. I sincerely wish I had just went to the train tracks near my apartment, laid down, and waited. It would have been a more productive use of my time instead of sitting around for 2 hours, waiting for this piece of crap to finally blow its own brains out as an ending.
Richard Gere had one expression and broods through the entire film. Laura Linney's character was completely devoted to a completely unlovable character. None of the relationships seemed believable. There could have been a big payoff with any number of exquisite conclusions to this film, but the ending to this film was singularly & almost devastatingly unsatisfying.
The Wachowskis pitched the script to Warner Bros. who were initially skeptical of its philosophical musings and tricky SFX for the time. They then decided to bring on board underground comic book artists Steve Skroce and Geof Darrow to storyboard the entire film, shot-by-shot. Warners were impressed and the rest, as they say, is history.
The origins of this spec screenplay are just as creepy as the film. As Reddick recounts, he was given the idea by a real-life story of a woman whose life was saved by her mom who warned her not to take a flight that wound up crashing. Reddick then wrote the script as an X-Files spec but was advised by a friend to reshape it into a feature.
This script was born purely out of budgetary restrictions as writers Whannell and Wan deliberately wanted to write a horror film as cheaply as possible. One that they could finance themselves. Inspired by low-budget movies such as Pi and The Blair Witch Project, they decided on the concept of two actors, one room, and one dead body. Easily one of the best screenplays to read for horror writers. 2b1af7f3a8