Seven
Sorry, I just can’t call it Se7en, even though that is apparently its actual title.
I worked long and hard to put the ’90s behind me, I’m not going back there now.
First, let me say that this has one of the greatest title sequences of all time (by R/Greenberg, I believe). I think you have to go back to Return of the Pink Panther to find a better one.
The script, by Andrew Kevin Walker, could have been shot in a flashy, superficial manner to match its sensational subject matter, but David Fincher (and his great DP, Darius Khonji) shoot the hell out of this thing, giving grace, subtlety and gravitas to what might have otherwise been a standard-issue thriller.
The conceit of the plot, which imagines a killer of superhuman cruelty and deviousness, sometimes distracts one from the wonderful character work by all the cast. These stock characters (the world-weary detective on the verge of retirement, his hothead new partner, their blustering superior, the guy guy scraping the name off the office door, so forth) are re-imagined and given new life by Morgan Freeman, Brad Pitt, R. Lee Ermey and the rest. Their interplay is terrific, they make these guys seem real somehow.
As an added bonus, this is, to my knowledge, the only movie to feature Gwyneth Paltrow’s head in a box.
Another excellent transfer of a most handsomely shot movie. And a triumph of production design by Arthur Max.
And, for those playing along at the “Voucher Ankles” site, there is, of course, a “Merchant of Venice” tie-in in Seven. A lawyer is forced to cut off, yes, a pound of flesh. He (of course) dies from his self-inflicted wounds, and the killer leaves a (completely bogus) quote from “Merchant” at the crime scene. Imagine my dismay when, in 1995, having written and directed my own adaptation of Merchant, hearing Morgan Freeman (himself a great Shakespearean actor) recite this bit of invented poesy and then intone “Merchant of Venice.”
Come to think of it, I’d love to see Freeman play Antonio some time. Now there’s some subtext.
I would like to see Freeman as Malvolio from Twelth Night.
PS- Have you seen “Titus”? Simply Amazing.
See it? I lived it.
So… Your daughter had her hands cut off and her tongue removed after an unsavory event in the forest… Or did you stage it?
Titus’s life is a walk in the park compared to mine. If I had a nickel for every time I had to cut off my hand to pay some debt, or cook some enemy’s sons into pies to avenge a wrong, sheesh.
Is it wrong that I was totally in love with Titus by the end?
🙂
Well, I was in love with Alan Cumming.
That’s a given!
I agree wholeheartedly with your decision *not* to call this movie Se7en. That sort of thing is fine for movie posters, but not for the proper title of a film.
According to the the poster it’s called “Seven.” Actually, the “n” looks more like a lopsided “r” so I guess the correct title is “Sever.” Which makes sense.
Ah, but a poster is not a registered title. The IMDb lists is as “Se7en.”
And they’re never wrong.
In bed.
BTW, I love the idea of a character recognizing fake Shakespeare. I think this could be taken a step further: I’d like to see a crime show where the senior detective always attributes to Shakespeare any piece of writing found at a crime scene. Examples:
YOUNGER PARTNER: Look, a note. (Reads): “The bitch had it coming.”
SENIOR DETECTIVE (with great world weariness): Hamlet…
YOUNGER PARTNER (examining a blood-stained wall): Wait a minute. This isn’t just stains. It’s writing. (Slowly deciphering the scrawl): “Bang bang…you’re dead…brush your teeth…and go to bed.”
SENIOR DETECTIVE (his eyes gleaming with recognition): Richard III…
YOUNGER PARTNER: “To whoever finds this note: You’re next.”
SENIOR DETECTIVE (violently grabs the note; reads it, then closes his eyes. After a beat, he looks directly at his partner): The Two Noble Kinsmen.
The possibilities are endless! (Measure for Measure.)
OR:
YOUNGER DETECTIVE: “The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth like rain upon the place beneath.”
OLDER DETECTIVE (in awe, under his breath) Andrew Kevin Walker…
OLDER DETECTIVE (in awe, under his breath) Andrew Kevin Walker…
YOUNGER DETECTIVE: In Bed.
(Ok, this probably should end soon.)
Sorry!
I heartily apologize to everyone for spreading this horrible infection (in bed) across ljs. It never gets funny. Sorry for crudding up everyone’s Livejournals with my gutter humor. Won’t happen again.
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It won’t happen again…. (you know what to put here)
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Ha ha, do you know how hard it was for me to not put you know what you know where?
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This is getting blatantly dirty. IN BED!
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Oh no, it’s happening again! We need 20 cc’s of this…
http://www.ecunet.org/eculaugh.html
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“good, clean, religious humor”?
I prefer crappy, dirty, immoral humor, thanks so much!
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I know. Me too. It is my blessing, and my curse…
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With great humor comes great responsibility.
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… [n bd]