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MICHAEL MANN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/08/09/miamivice_wideweb__470x222,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/08/09/miamivice_wideweb__470x222,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acbFcMXPHxs/S8UID9YpyhI/AAAAAAAADBc/yEMIS912s0Y/s400/collateral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acbFcMXPHxs/S8UID9YpyhI/AAAAAAAADBc/yEMIS912s0Y/s400/collateral.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/07/28/arts/28vice.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 336px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/07/28/arts/28vice.600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/heat-12-755202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/heat-12-755202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/heat-7-755313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/heat-7-755313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/heat-5-755044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/heat-5-755044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/heat-4-755059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/heat-4-755059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/miami-vice-1-789631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/miami-vice-1-789631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/Public-Enemies-18-759831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://blog.waysofseeing.org/uploaded_images/Public-Enemies-18-759831.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmopolis.ch/insider4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 768px; height: 512px;" src="http://www.cosmopolis.ch/insider4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmopolis.ch/insider5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 768px; height: 512px;" src="http://www.cosmopolis.ch/insider5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/images/cultwarrior-collateral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 590px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/images/cultwarrior-collateral.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/thepestilence123/collateral.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 798px; height: 331px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/thepestilence123/collateral.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davidbordwell.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/collateral-doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.davidbordwell.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/collateral-doc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 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DAVID FINCHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://droosan.wikispaces.com/file/view/seven6.jpg/54901036/seven6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 575px; height: 324px;" src="http://droosan.wikispaces.com/file/view/seven6.jpg/54901036/seven6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3448018747_9ff6ab5f25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 313px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3448018747_9ff6ab5f25.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/9632/button1gl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1261px; height: 521px;" src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/9632/button1gl2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisdistractedglobe.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/the-game-1997-michael-douglas-pic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 212px;" src="http://thisdistractedglobe.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/the-game-1997-michael-douglas-pic-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://llywarch.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/seven_contact.jpg?w=500&amp;h=210"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 210px;" src="http://llywarch.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/seven_contact.jpg?w=500&amp;h=210" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content9.flixster.com/photo/11/58/23/11582335_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 462px; height: 218px;" src="http://content9.flixster.com/photo/11/58/23/11582335_gal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wong Kar-Wai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/20055004/Images/2046cdpostcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 750px; height: 486px;" src="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/20055004/Images/2046cdpostcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 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So it begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TOP 10 FILMS of 2000 - 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Signs (2002)&lt;/span&gt; - * contains spoilers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.allmoviezone.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/mel-gibson-signs-movie-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.allmoviezone.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/mel-gibson-signs-movie-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this film. What a way to start, right? The truth is I really have a love/hate relationship with this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bad relationship we have but it’s because if I were a movie director that came off a hit movie like Shymalan was and  given free reign to make any movie this is equivalent to what I would make next. A Twilight Zone-esque film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Twilight Zone! I just love it. Signs reminds me of a great Twilight Zone episode. It’s very small and takes place in only a few settings with a few characters. The best stuff takes place at night in the dark outside.As the tension and suspense builds it get’s creepier and creepier and the direction is so tight we start to feel claustrophobic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn film starts probing our mind (no pun intended) by asking us questions about our faith and our beliefs and before you know it we’re under attack and it’s freaking terrifying and you still don’t know what these damn things are that are busting down the door! You’re far away out in the middle of nowhere and suddenly it’s just you and your belief or lack of belief in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, the nightmare subsides. It seems to be all over before you realize it’s these goofy aliens that have shit for brains who don’t know that the whole planet is covered in water which for them acts as a potent acid!! That’s the most absurd and idiotic twist anyone could come up with and Rod Serling would certainly have never let that ending come to pass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could re-edit my copy of Signs to not include the last 5 minutes I certainly would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I select it as one of the best of the past ten years because I love to watch and re-watch it (minus the last 5 min) because it’s a perfect maelstrom of atmosphere, suspense, and mood. It’s like The Grudge (another scary film of this decade) but asks important questions and it’s that very fact that elevates it to a substantial horror film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I include it on this list because I think it could have been the start of a new era of grade A motion pictures where scary stories are told for adults and contain great writing, acting, and direction. I think this was where Shymalan’s future was headed before his catastrophic decline. The last five minutes are probably the most horrific thing you can see on film, the death of a director’s career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worstpreviews.com/images/perfume.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 428px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.worstpreviews.com/images/perfume.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the deal, you read about Superman and Batman and other comic book heroes and they all face off against&lt;br /&gt;some crazy and weird antagonist called “The Penguin” or “Doomsday” and figure out what their story is. You realize most of the time their background story is two dimensional that goes along the lines of “I’m here to steal millions of dollars EVEN IF billions of people die in the process of my evil plan! (insert maniacal laughter)”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have some special trait that gives them a upper hand in their fight until our superhero discovers their weakness and evens the odds. My point of reminding you of all this is that this movie is by far the first one where are essentially watching the birth of a super-vilian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very intriguing story that takes place hundreds of years ago in France where a young baby is born with the greatest nose in the history of mankind. His sense of smell is so acute he is capable of smelling things we never knew had a scent like copper or ivory. He is not a very bright man and as a result he accidentally kills young girls in the process of trying to acquire their scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What follows is a shocking and realistic fairy tale where we must watch our anti-hero attempt to create the greatest perfume of all time that has powers beyond what you could ever imagine. This film tells its story with sincerity and is careful not to appear campy nor outlandish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perfume&lt;/span&gt; makes you believe every step of the way that what you are seeing can really happen and it only dawned on me later that this is precisely the perfect three dimensional super-villain that would prove a challenge for some our our greatest superheroes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a fantastic tale and something that you have never seen before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Mulholland Dr. (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.goodbaduglyfilms.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/mulhollanddrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.goodbaduglyfilms.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/mulhollanddrive.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this film in a very vulnerable state. I had just got out off work in the mall. It was a weekday and the entire place was nearly empty but the movie theater was still open. I had broken up with my high school sweetheart a few months earlier (together for 3 yrs). I was lonely and looking for an emotional hit. I wandered into this showing with only a few people in the theater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the landscape of nightmares opened up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has a plot that builds slowly with very weird tangents. It has characters that come out of left field and you have no idea who they are or why they are acting so damn weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s the movie that’s trying to tell you something before you realize it’s too late, you’ve wandered into a dreamscape of hollywood dreams and tragedies that unfold out of sequence and you can’t break the spell. The picture holds you and shows you mysterious images and yet somehow it all kinda makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then leaves you shaken and disturbed before credits come up. I exited the darkened theater to a vast empty parking lot containing my car under a small overhead light. I was left to drive home with this film and it has never left me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college roommate hates this film. He told me that he showed it to a friend and then tried to explain it to his friend before he was stopped and told, “wait a minute man, ANY movie where you have to sit down and explain it is an absolute failure!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood his point but think he was talking about a normal movie. He was talking about The Land Before Time and other child fare. He was talking about movies that are entertaining and suppose to hold your hand. Mulholland Dr. is not for your Micky Mouse evening. It’s not suppose to be tight and easy breezy and pat you on the back and tuck you into bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a disturbing mystery about the Hollywood dream that is mixed up with visions and nightmares. It absolutely has a story, but it reveals itself only after a few viewing. It only opens itself up to you after you have chosen to embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is an experience and there should be a warning sign on every copy. It’s cinema as an art-form, and this only comes once a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thegreerfive.com/wp-content/uploads/custom/lord_of_the_rings_the_fellowship_of_jpg-202x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 300px;" src="http://thegreerfive.com/wp-content/uploads/custom/lord_of_the_rings_the_fellowship_of_jpg-202x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LOTR films are long and sometimes too long for their own good.  I think the LOTR films are not the type of films that contain every scene of brilliance that you can just watch over and over like the epic Godfather movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I truly believe this is the most epic you can get these days. This is a fantasy epic that just awed me. It created a sweeping journey across a gorgeous and believable landscape and filled it with the most lovable characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This epic is just something to behold and the fact that it just starts the trilogy is what gets me going. It doesn’t contain the dozen fake ending that the third one has and has an incredible redemptive moment with Boromir and Aragon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this one the best out of the entire series and is as close as we’ll come to seeing a “Star Wars’ type trilogy in our lifetime (Star Wars was made before I was born).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. City of God (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioUE_5wpg_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioUE_5wpg_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of God is not just a film. It is a time capsule. It’s a teleportation device. The world’s best transportation device into another world. Stylish, gripping, and completely absorbing. City of God is about things that are happening right now and have been happening for the past few decades in a little town outside Rio de Janeiro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It true story of a photographer documenting the gang wars that occur in the slums he lives in that is called The City of God just on the outskirts of Rio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a tough world because it’s all kids killing kids. Believe me, they used real kids and some of the real gang members as they shot in the actual slums these stuff takes place in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a tiny seven year old shoot another six year old in the foot and see him cry from the pain is gut wrenching but it’s common because the drugs and overcrowding make the zone a volatile breeding ground for gangs and civil warfare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about it is that it’s so authentic and real you can smell the chicken that’s being cooked in the opening shot’s BBQ. You can taste the humidity in the air and even the foul smells of body order and cigarettes of these dirty kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People live here and since you’ll never live there this movie is as close as you can come to it. The editing and direction are filled with so much zest and flair it makes you appreciate how much life is in these streets. These children are attempting to be leaders of their own destiny. Sadly, it seems if you’re born in the City of God, your destiny is already written and you’ll be lucky if it doesn’t expire before you reach eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Children of Men (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZ3H-GgH_Pc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZ3H-GgH_Pc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we’re talking about cinema as an experience. The deal with movie critics and avid film watchers is that once you’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all! You realize most stories follow a formula and don’t provide any further innovation than what you already have seen a dozen times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m drawn to movies that make me uncomfortable. Be forewarned, I’m all for the abrasive films. I like the cinema that terrorizes you or challenges you to change. I love the movies that come out from under your bed at night and taunt you in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is not enjoyable to watch. It’s gritty, dark, and has a pessimistic world view. It is however, nothing short of an emotional tour-de-force. It contains long tracking shots that have no intention of cutting away to flower fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fully intends to keep your right there in the front line with its characters whether they face an onslaught of rebels or a terrorist explosion just a few few away from you. The movie is gripping and contains some of the best camera work and tracking shots I’ve ever seen. It contains civil war and carnage in all sides of the frame that you just can’t stand that everywhere our characters turn they face another terrible set-back that has claimed one of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about normal people living in a shit world and trying their best to survive it in the hope that they can bring a new born baby to peace. It’s a symbolic journey that is going on everyday in the world today and just like in the movie, around every corner is another evil-doer seeing to prevent that peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about human beings killing each other till the very end and by showing us this world, it asks, “is this what you want for our children?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Oldboy (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://famousmonstersoffilmland.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/old-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 466px;" src="http://famousmonstersoffilmland.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/old-boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry, I really wish I recommend a movie with a happier story with a happy ending. Instead, here’s another bit of a Twilight Zone feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about a man who wakes up in a hotel room with no memory of how he got there. He cannot escape and is drugged with gas a few times a day so that he can be bathed and cared for. His food is given to him in a tray and he is provided with a TV and a decent sized bed. Other than that, he has no explanation of why he is to remain locked away and doesn’t not know for how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward fifteen years later. He is released in an open field somewhere. He’s pissed off to hell and bent on finding who did this to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens next is the thing of greek tragedy. Oldboy is the story of revenge and how much we want to eat the heart out of those who wronged us and lose our soul in the process. The acting is raw, visceral, and full of energy. I haven’t seen such a wide display of emotions in a main protagonist in years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the most shocking and brutal film made in the past decade and contains enough adrenaline to kick your ass when you’re down and think it’s all over. Just when you have it all figured out, you realize life sucks and there’s no easily answers for the sins that you have committed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m being vague because this is an experience and again not for the faint of heart. It’s for people that have read and understand Greek tragedies and know that the very best of dramatics has come from them. This is what cinema is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 3. The Dark Knight (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mauricebroaddus.com/uploaded_images/three-faces-730715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.mauricebroaddus.com/uploaded_images/three-faces-730715.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about a magic trick?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Christopher Nolan is on his way to become one of the greatest directors since Spielberg and Scorsese. &lt;br /&gt;A masterful director knows exactly how to tug the emotional cord of your audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan exemplifies his skill with this film. The Dark Knight contained so many movie moments of emotional tug that by the end of the film I was enthusiastically applauding the film along with the rest of the audience that erupted with joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason The Dark Knight is so fantastic is because it’s NOT a comic book hero film. It’s a great story that happens to be set in Gotham City and the villain happens to be the Joker and the hero happens to be Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I’ve been reading graphic novels and the very best ones were always realistic and dealing with very mature themes about today’s world but they get to show how things would be if superheroes had to deal with those same problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight is a nihilistic film that asks dark questions about peace, justice, and the American way. It had me thinking how easy it would be for our own police force to brutalize prisoners in far away prisons and violate our civil rights in order to catch the bad guy and it does all this without ever mentioning those words. It does this in subconscious way via its themes and subject matter. It is about a hero living in a real world, and the sacrifices we make to ensure the world is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s what a superhero movie should have been all along, and this one was the first to have the balls to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. The Departed (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thepalmettopatriot.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/departed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://thepalmettopatriot.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/departed2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Have you not seen INFERNAL AFFAIRS?! That’s a much better movie than this cheap US remake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. I felt the same way. I too saw the original Hong Kong film Infernal Affairs way before Matt Damon and Leonardo DiCaprio sparred in The Departed. Upon, viewing this film I too was upset at the results and said the original was better to my ignorant friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something happened. I started popping this film into my DVD player from time to time. More often, I was watching and re-watching this film than any other film on this list. I was popping it in just to re-watch a certain sparring of dialogue between its pitch perfect ensemble cast before I realized I was re-watching the whole film again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I realized, this movie was the best damn thing out there since a Tarantino flick. It’s got tons of fantastic dialogue and sparring sessions between its casts. One minute, Alec Baldwin is asking a question, the next minute he’s telling the same man to go fuck himself before he’s received his answer. It’s all very hilarious, entertaining, and full of vulgar gangsters who are distrustful of every man that walks into frame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this film is how much it’s embraced Boston. Infernal Affairs takes place in Hong Kong, but feels like it could have taken place in any city. The Departed is all about Boston. Everything from the gold dome of the court house to the thick southie accents. It’s loaded with Boston blood and spills it out on the streets without a flinch. Scorsese keeps the editing and direction really tight so the pacing is fast. By the time you’ve reached the opening titles you don’t even realize that twenty minutes have gone by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s only two female cast members so the testosterone is overflowing before erupting in fountain of Shakespearean violence at the very end. It’s fast, fun, intense, and filled with violence. Scorsese at his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. No Country for Old Men (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laist.com/attachments/tony/nocountryforoldmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 341px;" src="http://laist.com/attachments/tony/nocountryforoldmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved the best for last. This film blew my mind. The Dark Knight blew me away because I was far from expecting something I felt that would be worthy of a best picture nomination. This film blew my mind because I did expect something worthy of a best picture nod and was shocked at how good it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what this film is about. It’s like a remake of Halloween, that story of Michael Myers who goes around wearing a blank face mask and kills all those people, yeah this is that story. Except it gives our killer a name and a face and instead of killing babysitters he’s walking around killing normal everyday people in West Texas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man is Anton Chigurh and he’s a ruthless killing machine. It depicts him killing and killing and letting nothing standing in his way until he reaches the man he is looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up a bit, he’s looking for a man who takes a briefcase filled with cash that he finds among some dead bodies. That’s it. That’s his sin. He took the cash and expected to ride into the sunset. That one simple act, which he failed to report to the authorities, is what leads to a valley full of innocent bloodshed and lets loose a killer as frightening as Michael Myers on the good people of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this film so good is the Coen brother’s direction. This film is filled with so much mood and tension, I could hardly breathe. Every time Chigurh enters the frame I had genuine absolute fear for the characters that shared the same space. I think he pretty much killed everyone that was in the same frame with him. His cool demeanor and cold look is as close to as we will ever get to knowing what it would be like to meet a serial killer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coen’s cast the best supporting characters and make you feel like they are plucked out of west Texas. They are sweet and good natured while Chigurh is the face of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s probably what resonates with me so much. It’s the story of the Grim Reaper who goes from person to person and it shows us these innocent people’s reactions to meeting the Grim Reaper in the form of Chigurh. Some of them are in denial before accepting their fate. Some of them are abrasive and shove him away. Some of them try to bribe him. Some of them look him dead in the eye and accept their fate outright, even if they need to sit down first to catch their breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about endings that come before you knew they were coming. Things that can’t be helped and what happens when our sins catch up to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a metaphor for our lives and asks us how we would respond to the Reaper. How would we face the coming storm? The movie ends as quick as death and leaves us in the cold and dark movie theater, left pondering the dreams of our final protagonist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no easy answers and there is no neat and tight ending. The end for us all is coming, and you had just best be ready before it gets here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film won best picture but is even better than that. This is the best film of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Honorable Mentions/Guilty Pleasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25th Hour (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Requiem for a Dream (2000)&lt;br /&gt;The Mist (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Speed Racer (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Collateral (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Million Dollar Baby (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Blood Diamond (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Taken (2008)&lt;br /&gt;The Prestige (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Punch-Drunk Love (2002)&lt;br /&gt;A History of Violence (2005)&lt;br /&gt;The Passion (2004)&lt;br /&gt;300 (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Kill Bill (2003) &lt;br /&gt;The Hangover (2009)&lt;br /&gt;The Grudge (2004)&lt;br /&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum (2007)&lt;br /&gt;V for Vendetta (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Road to Perdition (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Lost in Translation (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Sideways (2004)&lt;br /&gt;The Last King of Scotland (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Little Children (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Amores perros (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Los Cronocrímenes (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Memento (2000)&lt;br /&gt;El crimen del padre Amaro (2002)&lt;br /&gt;2046 (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)&lt;br /&gt;El laberinto del fauno (2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20953216-7469522312370657889?l=mrpuzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Shipping was just a few days and fast enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuCDCWaT8qM/TJ24fPhS9kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7iLKy-3idCU/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuCDCWaT8qM/TJ24fPhS9kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7iLKy-3idCU/s200/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520771565107738178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuCDCWaT8qM/TJ24xegiIiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n4oitfrNOb8/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuCDCWaT8qM/TJ24xegiIiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n4oitfrNOb8/s200/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520771878368715298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packet folds out to show your photos in a neat little frame. It is made of cheap cardboard that also folds out to act as a tabletop frame but overall it's pretty cheap so I couldn't imagine anyone really taking it seriously but it's an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iuCDCWaT8qM/TJ24osdL8gI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ccHVryy3bCw/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iuCDCWaT8qM/TJ24osdL8gI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ccHVryy3bCw/s200/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520771727493952002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are printed on Fuji crystal archive paper which has a matte finish. I found that my photos with borders tended to hold the vintage look much better because I could see the cutting job of the photos with black edges (a little white edge could barely appear). Also, you'd be surprised how much darker your images are so be aware that if the photo looks a little too dark on your monitor it will be worse when printed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the nine prints I ordered I was pleased with all except 2 of them and that is not due to the printing service but instead my disappointment in the darkness level of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would absolutely try this service again considering its convenience being tied directly to the iPhone app. After inputting my credit card info, I'm sure the process would be even quicker if I ordered again as it contains your info in the account you make before ordering. I really hope this service is a success because I support photography and creative services like this offered on the iPhone. 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He was drinking&lt;br /&gt;wine and got a little drunk. He gets happy and talkative when he’s drunk so he was chatting up this stewardess and then leaned in to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;She was receptive so he immediately started to finger and fondle her before moving into the bathroom stall. They had a hard time because of the small&lt;br /&gt;space but had sex. I only know this (didnt visualize the sex part) because he told me about it afterward. Worried, i asked him if he came inside of her&lt;br /&gt;and he said yes. That was when I hit him upside the head and told him that he would have a illegitimate child now and that’s not good for his 4 month old marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work. Worked. Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch I discussed violence in video games with my co-workers and how soon there may be a fine line between what’s just a game and &lt;br /&gt;what may be a moral choice. I would explain more but don’t care to record those thoughts yet in this journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen accepted my facebook request. That was nice because she’s an old friend from grade school and I just ran into her at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking about her the other day since I was mentioning to my other best bud Chris about how a friend in grade school pointed her out&lt;br /&gt;as the prime example of having a flat chest only she later became the staple of image of having one of the most well endowed chests in high school.&lt;br /&gt;She certainly got her revenge in that regard. Anyhow, we ran into here coincidentally later that day (yesterday). Weird coincidence but a valid time&lt;br /&gt;to add a facebook friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I had my usual meeting with my CEO. We talked about the birds and the bees aka. how we’re going to fuck over investors or how they’re going&lt;br /&gt;to fuck over us if we don’t churn out profits in the next 24 months. The longtime plan is simple, make good games. The  execution is really hard, how do&lt;br /&gt;we make good games with shitty development tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much bodyfat on my body that I actually think I have an A cup.This means that in the shower I fondle myself and imagine the face of a bright young&lt;br /&gt;girl (not too young so don’t worry). It’s kinda cool to have my own A cup. And writing this just gives me a  kick because if you really think I do this then I really&lt;br /&gt;got you under my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble after work even though I shouldn’t be spending money or driving on a restricted license to a bookstore but I couldn’t resist. I had&lt;br /&gt;been planning on picking up more literary inspiration by Bret Easton Ellis, Hemingway, or Boleno. I ended up with 3 books including The Accidental Billionaires&lt;br /&gt;about how these genius douche-bags created the billion dollar website known as Facebook. I read up to 65 pages then jumped to Rules of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis because&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish that book before I read The Informers which I just picked up today by the same author. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy to be reading and writing a lot more these days. I hate the wasteland that is TV, movies, computerism, and whatever else distractions that don’t&lt;br /&gt;really level up my real world character in the game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m tired and off to bed ready to celebrate tomorrow because it’s Tuesday and we don’t give a fuck about Tuesday so I’ll be the one guy that does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20953216-6610711626140549121?l=mrpuzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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