I seriously didn’t get half of this film, man. That’s not to say I didn’t like it: it’s typically Coen dead-pan, as only they can do; Michael Stuhlbarg is great as the beleaguered Larry Gopnik; there are the common Coen repetitive gags, “Sy Ableman?”; wonderful cinematography by the luminous Roger Deakins and a lovely score by Carter Burwell. I just felt that a lot of went over my head.
I don’t think that you would ever catch me caving, at least not beyond having a peek into one you happen upon on a walk. Not least because being cold and wet isn’t my idea of fun, couple that to squeezing through tight underwater spaces and you may have discovered one of the thing I would least like to do in life. Having said all that, I quite enjoyed Sanctum.
Philip Seymour Hoffman is an actor who has only made it big in one movie, and is trying to rekindle his former greatness starting with a community production of Jesus Christ Superstar.
Unfortunately this rags to riches tale (perfectly judged by PSH – he steals every scene he is in) is spoiled by some run-of-the-mill rom com story involving Ben Stiller and Jennifer Aniston.