Confined spaces & bad sweats. Phone Booth

Jimmy Weasel - Monday, 2 June, 2003 - Print Version

This movie is short. There's no other way to describe it. But this works in the film's favour, as were it to go much longer, it'd turn stale. That's not to say the film is a bad one. Yet neither is it the greatest cinematic work. It's roughly around the middle; and a better offering than most films out at this particular point in time.

The Beverly Hills Twin Cinema complex is widely known for its cheap price and dank smells. Both the size and shape of the cinema allow for a close encounter with the film, and had the complex been more popular, a close encounter with my fellow man.

Phone Booth is a film about a man. A man in a phone booth. Straightforward? Damn right. Only this man has been judged by some gun toting lone nut (and telecommunications expert) to be a bad egg. Thus, we have a standoff situation.

All this nut needs and wants is to be in control. Possibly filled with negativity as a result of his upbringing, all this man needs is some affection and positive attention.

The film only has one scene: outside. Maybe 2. There's an inside shot. And a few 5-second shots of various characters in their natural surrounds prior to the standoff. But it really is pretty much one scene.

An interesting situation, though. Entertaining to watch the whole shebang played out; stepping into the minds of a self righteous lone nutter and a wannabe philanderous PR guy.

80-ish minutes of total amusement. I'm glad I chose the cheaper cinema.

Jimmy Weasel

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