American Hustle directed by David O. Russell
Some fine acting from
across the ensemble, especially Jennifer Lawrence as the loose cannon
homebody housewife who almost blows everything (she's the gun from
the first act that goes of in the third) and Jeremy Renner as the
crooked politician with a heart of gold, excepting for some cringes
from Christian Bale's impersonation of Robert De Niro circa 1980. Any
movie that has characters bonding over Jeep's Blues, falling in love
even, gets a big gold star from me. (Also, another scene is scored
with Monk playing Straight, No Chaser. The source music selections
are so well chosen throughout, that when Danny Elfman's credit came
up, I actually said “wait, there was original music in this movie,
too?” I can't recall any.)
I also will now only refer to the microwave as the “science oven” from this point on.
I also will now only refer to the microwave as the “science oven” from this point on.
Back to Lawrence's
character (possible spoiler), she's in a position where she's unappreciated and neglected by her husband, and needs to move forward
in her life, but knows she's in a better place than she'd be without
him. Does the fact that she ends up with someone nice, but possibly
nefarious constitute progress?
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