“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.” ― Milan Kundera
Last week I flew to Los Angeles for a writing conference/pitchfest. When I told people I was from NJ they immediately recoiled, and got an apologetic look in their eyes. I could only imagine what they were thinking. Eww...you live in a oil refinery along the NJ Turnpike!
The story of John Dillinger and his escape at Little Bohemia was so dramatic and exciting as written on the pages of Vanity Fair that I assumed the film that followed would be equally mesmerizing. I'd be wrong. Michael Mann's Public Enemies is mediocre filmmaking at best, and at worst it is an insult to anyone who really loves the art and craft of good filmmaking.
I have to ask: Why do directors like Michael Mann and Michael Bay have careers?? They lack style and substance and their films always disappoint me. They edit in a frenetic matter (shots literally seem slapped together), shoot mostly in close-ups for no apparent reason (so that we can't see any action), and lack storytelling skills on many levels. I should have listened to my gut about Michael Mann, but Johnny Depp lured me into seeing Public Enemies against my better judgment, Besides, I figured even a hack couldn't ruin this one.