Perhaps it was all his years training as a musical theater dancer at Washington Dance Studio, or perhaps it was his turn in Fatboy Slim's "Weapon of Choice" music video, but one thing is for sure -- Christopher Walken sure loves to bust a move in his movies. Need proof? How about this definitive supercut of his skills in action?
I am an extremely smart, well-educated man. However there are aspects of refined culture that always seem to escape me. Example: I recently took a wine tasting tour in France. "What can you say about this one?" I was asked. "Um, it's good?" "Yes, but notice how the tannins aren't too rich in the front but the finish is clear in the back? And the notes of black current, honey and tobacco smoke?" "I taste grape."
I'm exaggerating, but this is what I want to shout during most movie scenes featuring classical musicians practicing a piece. It sounds fine, then the teacher comes in and shouts, "No! You have to FEEL it, to understand what the composer was saying about heartache and despair!" And then the teacher proceeds to play it in pretty much the exact same way.
It drives me crazy and, to be sure, it happens in 'A Late Quartet,' but, luckily by this point of the film you are quite in tune with the different characters -- know them, even -- and are willing to let it slide. Frankly, a great deal of 'A Late Quartet,' a gossipy soap opera for the NPR-set, is forgiven because of its marvelous cast.
Matt had just typed out the title of his 'Seven Psychopaths' review, his byline, and the rating (seven -- no, make that eight --out of ten?) when his wife Melissa walked into the room.
"How was the movie?" she asked as she flopped down on the couch and flipped on the television.
"Good. Really good," Matt replied. "Interesting."
"Interesting? Why interesting?" Melissa said. She started flipping channels.
"It's about a writer who writes himself into his work. Colin Farrell plays this struggling screenwriter named Martin -- and the movie was written and directed by this guy, Martin McDonagh, who wrote that play we saw on Broadway with Christopher Walken in it."
"Right. That was weird."
"It was," he said, nodding. "Weird but good. So, anyway, Colin Farrell plays this writer named Martin. He's come up with a title he really likes for a screenplay -- 'Seven Psychopaths.' But that's all he has, the title. He doesn't even have the seven psychopaths. But then these people in his life -- or perhaps these characters he's invented -- are all revealed to be psychopaths, and he gets caught in the middle of this elaborate gangster-slash-revenge comedy with them involving a kidnapped dog."
Melissa yawned again. "A writer writing himself into his work? That sounds like a terrible idea."