Fluentiama Perfect cast and a good story

Baseshment I like movies that are aware of what they are selling... without [any] greater aspirations than to make people laugh and that's it.

Kien Navarro Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

Jakoba True to its essence, the characters remain on the same line and manage to entertain the viewer, each highlighting their own distinctive qualities or touches.

Dfilson1004 My secret Santa threw in a few movies (she'd picked up at a video store going out of business) to go along with my new HULU whatever they call it. I said c'mon over tomorrow and we'll watch one or two. She brought along her sister and a great pizza. I asked who paid for the pizza and told her she had the honor of choosing the movie. She picked "As I Lay Dying". Well, what can I say? We laughed, we cried, we contemplated the meaning of the universe. We had plenty of time on our hands because we voted to stop the movie at 19 minutes and 33 seconds into it. We decided she had no choice but to put herself out of her misery. Or is that what Faulkner really had in mind???Remember, if you happen to see this movie in the bargain bin at your local 7Eleven, are you willing to pass up a Super Slurpee to prove me wrong?

Floated2 As I Lay Dying an be seen as an ensemble piece within one larger film as a whole. The weakest link in the ensemble, disappointingly, is Franco himself, who retains a smirky remove even during Darl Bundren's most emotionally bare scenes -- though he does at least give himself the best close-ups. You might say that remove characterizes Franco's direction, too: sporadically clever as his treatment is, he never seems all that invested in the novel except as a particularly challenging exercise for his ongoing artistic self-invention. Challenge passed, then. But the task of creating a film even obliquely equal to the rageful literary brazenness of Faulkner remains a hopeless task that Franco, with nothing to lose. Overall, the film differs on another level of severe boredom.

suite92 Addie Bundren lay dying in rural Mississippi circa 1930. Darl and Jewel go on an errand, and promise to be back before sundown. Their cart gets stuck in a rut in the pouring rain, and they do not keep that promise. Cash keeps working on Addie's coffin within sight of Addie's sick bed. Cash continues to work on it after she is gone, in the rain, no less.Cash finishes the coffin, Darl and Jewel get the cart unstuck. Addie has made Anse promise that she will be buried in the town of Jefferson. This proves to be more than a bit complicated.There is a lot of talking and angst and back-biting as Darl, Jewel, Cash, Dewey Dell, Vardaman and Anse head to Jefferson to fulfill the promise. They encounter a number of challenges, such as weakened bridges across streams, dodgy fords, broken carts, lost animals, lost tools, lost coffin. Aside from that, Cash gets a compound fracture, which the local vet sets. To get a new team, Anse trades away just about everything the family had, including Jewel's beloved horse.The corpse continues to rot, and the smell increases. Whenever they are near or in a town, they are not welcome. Cash's leg does not get better, and they set it with cement. Jewel gives up his horse.The journey does not get any easier. Will the family accomplish its mission? -------Scores--------Cinematography: 9/10 Mostly excellent, but has a bit of camera shake to it.Sound: 9/10 Again, mostly excellent. However, I would have been lost without the subtitles on Netflix. The century-old Southern accents were thick to say the least.Acting: 8/10 Fine, by and large.Screenplay: 8/10 Difficult story, well told.

cricket crockett . . . but with twice the suffering, because writer\director\star James Franco uses a split screen for most of AS I LAY DYING's 110-minute running time in order to cram in every dollop of Southern Gothic squalor he can. Dad parades Mom's stinking corpse under the noses of 40 miles worth of Mississippians as a cover story to get dentures and a new bedmate an hour after Mom is planted. So what if his eldest son has a leg sawed off without anesthesia across the town square from the Dentures, Brides & Beyond Shoppe? So what if his only daughter is raped? So what if the toddler son is driven nuts by the vultures constantly pecking at Mom's coffin? So what if the carpenter son's tools are washed away in the river? So what if another son's prized possession--his equine soul mate--is traded to Snopes for a shortened life of hellish mistreatment? So what if all the trauma drives yet another son criminally insane, dooming him to life in the Jackson State pen? So what to all this and more. Mom's five kids need to count their blessings: Dad did not bury them in the same hole with Mom, which would have given him an even mintier fresh start. The American South came up with the "three-fifths rule." Other people cannot even BEGIN to think like us. Bill Faulkner is preaching to the choir here: Yankee, go home!