Public Enemies

The man with the large gun says you must like this movie.

It’s enemies plural because there are several of them — and you may even have heard of Pretty Boy Floyd, for instance, though you have to look fast to see him in this movie — but it’s really all about Public Enemy #1, of course, Mr. John Dillinger himself. You can tell he’s the important one, not to mention the charismatic one, because they got Johnny Depp to play him. (And let me just add here how incredibly relieved I am that they didn’t let Leonardo DiCaprio play him.
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The Dark Knight Rises

Not quite a remake of the famous Batman-Catwoman dance scene, but close.

Back when all this started, seven years ago, I had a hard time imagining what, exactly, Christopher Nolan might do to the entire concept of Batman once he was allowed to play with it for a while. Not that I have anything against his filmmaking, far from it, but somehow he didn’t seem like the right person for the job, given that I mostly knew him from movies like Inception and its only somewhat less confusing cousin, Memento.
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Contagion

The movie poster, since I couldn't possibly choose just one star.

First of all, I’ve seen a few places around the net where people are asking if this is based on the book Contagion by Robin Cook. I’ve even spotted a few places where people are warning others away from the film, because it’s so totally nothing like the book they should just go read it instead of bothering with the flick. Well, here’s the thing — it’s nothing like the novel because it isn’t based on the novel. A guy named Scott Z. Burns wrote the script.

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Inception

Arthur and Random Bad Guy walk on walls. And ceilings, and floors.

You know those “late for class” dreams that so many people seem to keep having even years and decades after leaving school? I still have those now and then. Thankfully, I never had any of the abruptly-ending staircases they have here, but there were stairs that skewed off at dangerous angles, where walking was next to impossible and I was forced to go on hands and knees to reach the top. In the dream, I would rant and complain about what a stupid style of architecture this was, but it never occurred to me that there was actually anything improbable about it until I woke up.
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