Day Night Day Night (2006)

Good concept, poorly executed.

Fantastic!

Absolutely Fantastic

what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

at the first sigh, a film about nothing. at the second, portrait of the most powerful fear. because it is one of the most simple films about terrorism. and, maybe, this is the most important thing. because it propose a view in a large human aquarium. because it gives only the presence, look and steps of a young woman in the middle of Times Square. no details. no story. only suppositions. and this form of minimalism works. not as tool for an art film. but as the right form to define a slice of reality. to remind the voice of news. to give to yourself the right questions.

To me this wasn't even about the complexity or minimization of a film.. it was the reality that sunk in knowing.. the turmoils and thoughts I've went through.. How far would I go as a teenager.. when I was a teenager, to change the world for my country? Being a soldier was never in my plans and making a name for myself wasn't my style. Don't get me wrong, this isn't about me either... it's about the fact of "desperation vs determination". Oswald, just the guy next door, no one saw that coming. Kip Kinkle (2 weeks before Columbine, Springfield, Or) had enough bullying for a change.. made some computer aided bombs and said "Amazing Grace" to mom and dad, before heading off to school in the morning. 2 students dead 22 wounded. ( A friend of mine was hit in the leg that day) Regardless... this film, is about elements beyond our self indulged lives. People merrily go about their day and randomly hand a young teenage girl change for the phone, unaware she's calling the very men.. who have planted about 20 lbs. of Semtex in her JanSport.Everything we love and live for, everyone we hold dear is gone, within a Killswitch engage of a second.. and we didn't even realize we walked right past the girl.. and yeah so what if she was crying a little and had some urine on her pants.. I can't remember what she was wearing.. she looked American to me ,Officer!.. I mean I have a kid sister that age, mister detective..."A young girl going from one random street clicking on a Mp3 player, and helplessly being devastated by the fact that she failed her people, and yet innocent bystanders just simply look past her, most not even noticing the possible brush of death knocking so closely at their door.. as they walk right by with their children.Her untrue story is she has no family.. they died where she came from, and something tells you that if she had stated the truth these men would never let her go through with it.. and yet when she reaches out for her parents.. the shame of it seems to make herself dead to them, or she chose this for her punishment. But at what price and what reward.. Honor? Vengeance? No Self Worth? I mean teenagers are teenagers, no matter what country they are evolving from.I believe she was faced with the same humanity we are faced with in every country. We need and we need to be needed. She was reaching out to be important and when she failed in an epic way.. she was no longer useful to herself.. it left her open to face the issue of being in enemy territory, and even more vulnerable and here we grow a bit more compassion for her character. I loved the ending of the movie. Chills on so many levels and if you didn't get them, then you need some deep rooted nature and issues to dissolve within yourself and although I would never want anyone to succeed at these actual acts in reality, it is about time the people get a film where someone finally puts an end to it all. No endings like 2012. No islands to save the lucky innocence. If people want reality, and believe me a movie like this can't get any more true to the bone real, and then they want to complain about how slow and boring it went.. then I say let them have their oblivious ending. It wasn't supposed to have a hero or a fight scene .. running 'lola' or DEA busts. JUST RAW TRUTH. But the wake up call that we are so blind to hate and acts done out of confusion, fear, misunderstanding and pure hatred given from a higher command.. It's a sad and scary thing.. and I can only hope to understand someday why anyone feels compelled to be a suicide bomber. As an American citizen.. I think it's my right to know exactly why they hate us so much to do this? What is truly going on that we aren't being told?? This movie gives me the humanities version..not the stereotypical terroristic "Ironman" version. that was a great movie too. but Not even close on the same level of art!

I think the so-called suicide bombers and the whole culture that creates and nurtures them (seen most notably in Palestine) are so despicable and so low-life, that any attempt to rationalize, understand, "feel their pain" deserves no respect. Any human being who is willing to take lives of innocent civilians, no matter what his/her motivation, should be treated the same way as harmful bacteria that must be eradicated.This film shows the suicide bomber as a human being worthy of sympathy. She is soft-spoken, polite, capable of human emotion, certainly not evil on personal level. Are we supposed to feel sorry for her, when she could not execute her task???Supporting characters in the movie, except the black guy in the ending, look ridiculous and very unprofessional.

I've seen some real dogs in my life, and I'm not easily bored. Christ. I would rather watch Empire than this self important art school version of the Bratz movie.We're meant to be bowled over by the banality leading up to the ultimate devotional act of mass homicide (not)committed by this cardboard, racially/nationally/faithfully indeterminate ideological stand-in. Unfortunately, we're treated to what could be generously described as a middle class fantasy of martyrdom. The filmmaker intentionally removes racial, locational and religious motivation from every.. Well, I'm loathe to even describe them as characters.. but every human being shoved artlessly into what would barely qualify as a visual graduate thesis paper.So, yes. Our heroine is dedicated to cleanliness in the lead up to her promised terminal act. This is explored in the sort of plodding detail so common in independent, lousy film recently. Again, my complaint isn't that $#%$ wasn't exploding in every other frame, but that the creator's reaction to that sort of crudeness was not only as gauche, but also not stimulating mentally or visually.Additionally, the terrorists she meets with are so unconvincing and self conscious - constantly readjusting the knit brims of their St. Marks Street wanna be Jihadi masks - That by the middle of the movie (which feels like the 5th hour) when she asks them to share her pizza with her, any mentally stable viewer is wishing for an orgy of art student actors in pretend terrorist masks to choke to death en masse on pizza crust.I'm not sure if i should blame Wes Andersen or Sofia Coppola for this sort of twee garbage. To their credit, at least those hacks avoid tackling something as heavy as the motivations for suicide bombing. I name them because Andersen elevated a phony emphasis on cutesy detail and sentimentality, and Coppola feminized and trivialized the trivial even further. Either way, the stage was set by them for any halfwit with a camera to drain dry any thinking viewer with extended shots of day to day activities leading up to seemingly profound acts.This movie is a meaningless waste of time, a retread of inferior student films exploring important themes with the clumsiness of a tip-toeing giant. The viewer doesn't anticipate the death of the main character with the sadistic glee of an adolescent. It's with the sense of justice that is never explained in even the most cursory sense for the supposedly righteous heroine of this mastubatory ferris wheels of a movie. And we don't even get the satisfaction of her elimination. This is a repetitive and mundane movie that trivializes something that, as a New Yorker, I should feel a little justified being frightened of. Self important and ultimately boring? Yes. Hypnotic? My ass.