Mar 23 2010
Movie Review: Any Given Sunday
AN OFFICIAL SELECTION FOR SECURE IMMATURITY’S GREATEST FILMS OF MANKIND LIST
We see a close-up of Al Pacino’s face. The film is moving in slow motion and the only sound is an exaggerated white noise. The scene then cuts to an airplane flying in the sky then a group of cheerleaders, bathed in complete darkness. Then we see a crowd of people turn into old folks from the 1950s and then an empty stadium with only one occupant. Back to Pacino who, still in slow motion, screams. . .but a lion’s growl comes out of his mouth as opposed to anything human. Cut again to lightning bolts and the image of the Miami cityscape. Then we cut to Jamie Foxx. . .looking confused. . .the camera shaking as if in an earthquake. Then we see a football in motion. . .Native American music is playing. . .and a wide receiver catches it. As he jumps up to celebrate he splits into four different people. Then we see a replay of all that happened split screened in four different boxes. Cameron Diaz smiles.
This is most likely a conglomeration of many scenes from Any Given Sunday but I am most definitely describing only a five minute segment of the brilliant, heavily misunderstood, masterpiece that is Any Given Sunday. The film’s entire 2 hour 37 minute run functions like the five minutes I described: it is a mixture of visual rape and avant garde genius. And it also was the end of an era for director Oliver Stone who is also on the fence between odd, crackpot and twisted, way too intelligent artist. Any Given Sunday represents the last film in his ‘Quaalude Quadrilogy’, as I dub it, which started with the kinetic psycho-satire that is Natural Born Killers, continued with the historically strange Nixon, and the diabolically evil U-Turn.



I won’t lie: sometimes, in the heat of the moment, you utter the phrase ‘genius’ or ‘the greatest film ever’ when you’ve witnessed something of, well, true genius or saw ‘the greatest film ever’. But do these phrases really ever live up to those unexpected, emotionally driven utterances? In most, if not all, cases, no. When I was a freshman in high school my top two films of all time were Face/Off and The Fifth Element. . .in that order. At some point in my life I literally, with a straight face, said Face/Off was the greatest film of all time. No, really, I did.
The King Lear effect: one of my mentor’s in college taught it to me. I’m sure it wasn’t an original theory but it was one that makes sense and should be stolen. When studying
I never saw The Chronicles of Riddick in the theater. I found myself vaguely interested in the film when a girlfriend at the time said it was one of those ‘good bad’ kind of films. We rented the director’s cut to watch as a means of fun: we would sit and make fun of the silly Vin Diesel film. As the first ten minutes rolled by, we both sat and mocked the film. Even the slightest thing out of place was ripped apart with youthful glee! But as minute twenty rolled around, my jokes stopped a bit. By minute thirty I was asking my girlfriend to be quiet. And by movie’s end. . .I was in love.
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