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Dan Carlson
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I'm a twentysomething white male with ambitions to be a professional film critic and generally spend my days getting paid to watch movies and write about it. A compulsive reader and stubborn cineaste, I take an often contrary stance to my more fundamentalist peers and upbringing by celebrating the pursuit of the good, and the Good, in life, love, art and film. If you watched enough episodes of certain TV shows — for starters, "The Hungry and the Hunted," "The Cut Man Cometh," "The Body," "The Zeppo," "Waiting in the Wings," "Out of Gas," "April Is the Cruelest Month," "20 Hours in America," "Colonial Day," "An Echolls Family Christmas," "Look Who's Stalking," "The Garage Door," "Charlie Gets Crippled," "Wind Sprints," and "Corner Boys" — you would understand me completely, and you'd also realize that much of my worldview and philosophical insights are heavily influenced by fictional works/programs, and many of the good things I've said in my life are just a regurgitation of someone else's imaginings, or at any rate a heartfelt attempt to interpret them. I guess I was made to be a film critic.

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September 14, 2007

Review: Across the Universe

By Dan Carlson

• I would like to remind you all that it's "Goo goo ga joob" (or "Goo go g'joob"), not "Koo koo ka-choo."

• Definitely didn't expect Evan Rachel Wood to be briefly naked.

• The '60s had great music, but mainly they would've sucked to live through.

• Holy hell, did this movie need to be half an hour shorter.

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Comments: 5

Briefly naked you say?

I mean...what?

I got into an argument about that once, that Simon & Garfunkel and the Beatles used the same nonsense syllables in their songs. I concede now that I was wrong; the Beatles were "goo goo ga joob," and S&G were "koo koo kachoo".

Also, I hate to be that guy, but that Evan Rachel Wood thing is the best and only reason I've heard yet to see this flick.

Tom: Yeah, I was surprised by the nudity, but then also weirded out when I couldn't remember how old she was. So when IMDb informed me that she's three years younger than my kid sister, I felt all skeezy and unclean.

Also, I'm with you on the 'Sack. The amount of goodwill he's maintained among his fans and the sheer longevity of his career is a testament to his skill and personality, since really, that guy hasn't made more than a handful of movies that didn't totally suck. Serendipity? Come on. Come the f**k on. The 'Sack needs to get back in the game.

Miranda

the first time one of my friends saw the trailer for this in the theater, they called me and said, "dude, I just saw a movie I know you'd LOVE."

Reminscent of Moulin Rouge? With Beatles songs? And Eddie Izzard? SIGN ME UP.

hopefully I won't be too horribly disappointed.

I have to say I would have loved to see the shorter cut of this. I loved Bono's I Am The Walrus, but think they could have cut from the party where he starts singing to Max going off to war. You'd miss the mess that is Eddie Izzard and the horrible LCD trip that is the bus ride.
I also could have done without the Happiness is a Warm Gun number which was just weird and kind of pointless, and Selma Hayek? Talk about Random.
My only other problem with the film, other than the awful voice of Sadie, was the random introductions to characters like Prudence and JoJo, that just came out of no where without any transition, and in the case of Prudence, didn't get back to the character for 20 or 30 minutes.
But I loved the soundtrack and have been listening to it for a couple of days now, coupled with the originals, and it was nice to hear some new songs I didn't know before, such as Hold Me Tight.

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