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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>stiff critiques of popular culture of all colours, creeds and qualities.</description><title>stiff.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @stiffcritiques)</generator><link>http://stiffcritiques.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>A Stiff Review of "21 Grams"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;With quite a lot of sobbing and not so many tits, Alejandro González Iñárritu&amp;#8217;s &lt;i&gt;21 Grams&lt;/i&gt; stands confidently in contention for several awards handed out to savagely depressing works. 
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Paul (Sean Penn), a once hard-living terminal, anxiously awaits the Reaper’s call. The wise old leper that he is, Paul spends his days embalmed in cigarette smoke and self-loating; it gets so his whining and gun-waving dissipates to a dull roar. His wife Mary, hiding a mysterious abortion which demo’ed her inner-workings, is eagerly cast off like a crazy, clamouring buoy crusading for Paul’s frozen spooge. 
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Jack (Benicio del Toro) is a healer of souls - a preacher and a proud figure in his community - puttering here and there in a police-auctioned pick-up clad in scriptural slogans. Like any decent minister, Jack roughs young men around for the betterment of humankind, trying his best not to look like an ex-con; this façade becomes shaky when he ploughs two young girls and their father into pulp in broad daylight. 
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The girls’ mother Cristina (Naomi Watts) is thrown into this swamp of a cocktail – herself adding several hallucinogens and stimulants to the mix – when she signs her mangled husband’s heart away to Paul. Having been spiritually rejuvinated and caring little about his body&amp;#8217;s violent rejecting of the donated heart, Paul packs up his new lease on life and shoves it in his saviour’s widow. 
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Inevitably, the film circles like a vulture overlooking scenes of these people killing, saving and screwing each other until they are all dead or left with insurmountable guilt. &lt;i&gt;21 Grams&lt;/i&gt; gives us a very stiff drink with no kind of fuzzy warmth on its way down nor on its way back up: ‘the way of things’ á la mode – what a fucking downer.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stiff Score: 8.5/10&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m083fhB4li1r40nfk.jpg"/&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; Screenshot courtesy of Focus Films - 2003.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stiffcritiques.tumblr.com/post/18561418794</link><guid>http://stiffcritiques.tumblr.com/post/18561418794</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 14:43:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Film</category><category>Sean Penn</category><category>Benecio del Toro</category><category>Naomi Watts</category><category>21 Grams</category><category>Reviews</category><category>Critiques</category><category>stiff</category><category>Alejandro González Iñárritu</category></item><item><title>Grand Opening</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A blog for stiff critiques of music, movies, television, and other scraggly bits of culture. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stiffcritiques.tumblr.com/post/18560388987</link><guid>http://stiffcritiques.tumblr.com/post/18560388987</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 14:18:11 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
