A Fistful Of Reviews

Kathy and I have been trying to catch up with Netflix over the weekend and
last night. Here they are, from least to most enjoyable. The World Is Not Enough: lousy.
Sometime between the last Bond and this one, Brosnin got really old looking.
The classic Bond wit here evinces itself only as a series of execrable puns,
several of which are only possible because one of the Bond girls is named
“Christmas,” an unlikely designation that’s never explained. Add that to a
pretty uninspired plot, and you’ve got a recipe for a real stinker. Six String Samuri: this film has more
style than you can shake a stick at. Sword-wielding guitar players trek
across a post-apocolyptic landscape to compete for Elvis’ throne after he
dies. (No, not the throne he died on, silly…) I wanted to like this
film more than I was actually able to, however. It’s filled to the gills
with eye candy, but lacks much in the way of plot. Watching Jeffery Falcon
do his stuff is lots of fun, though. The Green Mile: This is director
Frank Darabont’s second film adaptation of a Stephen King story, and it’s a
toss-up for me whether this or The
Shawshank Redemption
was better. This one focuses on the guards on death
row and the prisoners in their care. To say too much more is to spoil the
surprises a bit, but suffice it to say that there are elements of what
Stephen King is known for at work. Don’t miss it.