Linbeymusol Wonderful character development!

Unlimitedia Sick Product of a Sick System

Smartorhypo Highly Overrated But Still Good

TaryBiggBall It was OK. I don't see why everyone loves it so much. It wasn't very smart or deep or well-directed.

mikejo28-1 I just saw "Day Night Day Night" on cable for the first time; it was almost mundane but fascinating; it would've been even better if I hadn't read the online guide, that she was a terrorist recruit, and let it come as a shock. I only missed about 2 minutes of video making a sandwich.Through the whole movie, I was waiting for her (She?) to realize that people are worth saving everywhere, even New York City, and that she should save her own young, perky life. I was praying she'd disarm the bomb, abandon it in a bus locker, and get a new life, or go home. Or date that black guy. Am I shallow?As an atheist, I did not appreciate the ending -- it wasn't satisfying, it didn't resolve anything, or demonstrate any truth for me. Also not a Disney-enough ending for me...I _was_ impressed by the politeness of the masked guys, and the way they made her wear her seat belt. Also, more nudity would've helped! Oink! Too borderline-meaningful!

tarpon_talk Once in a great while, the events of my day conspire to keep me awake well past a time one would expect any sane individual to be up. On this particular night, 5am or thereabout, I flipped listlessly through infomercials, recycled newscasts, and whatever Nick at Night has become desperately hoping to find something to justify my being awake-instead of... asleep for 3 hours.Of course, it is during moments like that that one is often lucky enough to find a gem that would have otherwise been overlooked; the unexpected event of finding such a riveting movie only serves to make the film more special. In the case of this movie, simple intrigue over the title and brief summary lead me right into something I was completely unprepared for at 5am.Now, as I mentioned in the summary, this is a movie where the director used extreme minimalism; using it in such a way that the minimalistic quality actually served to give the movie a bare, natural, yet intricate realism. The plot leaves so much to be desired, the viewer is left to make up their own idea of just what exactly is going on. Since I assume you can all read, I'm not gonna bother covering the jest of the plot again when IMDb has already done it so well, but while the plot (and the way its presented) is incredibly important to this movie's vibe... it really is only a small piece to the puzzle of what makes this movie enjoyable.This movie succeeds in getting more from less, on playing against one's own desire to know what makes this story, and the main character, tick, on denying the viewer's need for some resolution or closure; ultimately offering instead nothing but stark reality, heart attack inducing build up that ends just like the film itself-with a whimper. All of this is executed very well thru good acting, body language, and through creating the feeling of an authentically alive environment; and in that unassuming environment is a powder keg trying frantically to die a suicide bomber. The attention paid to showcasing the contrast between the main character and the living environment was superb, although I occasionally felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack due to this film's blatant emphasis on suspense building without an actual climax.Day Night(x2) is not without its flaws; it is certainly not for everyone, and just like real life, this movie isn't afraid to turn unpredictably, build to nothing, or let you down hard. However, if you're able to look past the less than traditional direction and plot, and can appreciate the wonderful wordless nuance in this film it really is worth watching. If you're lucky, you'll catch it the way I did... completely unanticipated when you've just nearly resigned yourself to sleeping like a normal person. Those are the times an overlooked film like this can really shine!

leonid-10 I think the so-called suicide bombers and the whole culture that creates and nurtures them (seen most notably in Palestine) are so despicable and so low-life, that any attempt to rationalize, understand, "feel their pain" deserves no respect. Any human being who is willing to take lives of innocent civilians, no matter what his/her motivation, should be treated the same way as harmful bacteria that must be eradicated.This film shows the suicide bomber as a human being worthy of sympathy. She is soft-spoken, polite, capable of human emotion, certainly not evil on personal level. Are we supposed to feel sorry for her, when she could not execute her task???Supporting characters in the movie, except the black guy in the ending, look ridiculous and very unprofessional.

silentyears1 I've seen some real dogs in my life, and I'm not easily bored. Christ. I would rather watch Empire than this self important art school version of the Bratz movie.We're meant to be bowled over by the banality leading up to the ultimate devotional act of mass homicide (not)committed by this cardboard, racially/nationally/faithfully indeterminate ideological stand-in. Unfortunately, we're treated to what could be generously described as a middle class fantasy of martyrdom. The filmmaker intentionally removes racial, locational and religious motivation from every.. Well, I'm loathe to even describe them as characters.. but every human being shoved artlessly into what would barely qualify as a visual graduate thesis paper.So, yes. Our heroine is dedicated to cleanliness in the lead up to her promised terminal act. This is explored in the sort of plodding detail so common in independent, lousy film recently. Again, my complaint isn't that $#%$ wasn't exploding in every other frame, but that the creator's reaction to that sort of crudeness was not only as gauche, but also not stimulating mentally or visually.Additionally, the terrorists she meets with are so unconvincing and self conscious - constantly readjusting the knit brims of their St. Marks Street wanna be Jihadi masks - That by the middle of the movie (which feels like the 5th hour) when she asks them to share her pizza with her, any mentally stable viewer is wishing for an orgy of art student actors in pretend terrorist masks to choke to death en masse on pizza crust.I'm not sure if i should blame Wes Andersen or Sofia Coppola for this sort of twee garbage. To their credit, at least those hacks avoid tackling something as heavy as the motivations for suicide bombing. I name them because Andersen elevated a phony emphasis on cutesy detail and sentimentality, and Coppola feminized and trivialized the trivial even further. Either way, the stage was set by them for any halfwit with a camera to drain dry any thinking viewer with extended shots of day to day activities leading up to seemingly profound acts.This movie is a meaningless waste of time, a retread of inferior student films exploring important themes with the clumsiness of a tip-toeing giant. The viewer doesn't anticipate the death of the main character with the sadistic glee of an adolescent. It's with the sense of justice that is never explained in even the most cursory sense for the supposedly righteous heroine of this mastubatory ferris wheels of a movie. And we don't even get the satisfaction of her elimination. This is a repetitive and mundane movie that trivializes something that, as a New Yorker, I should feel a little justified being frightened of. Self important and ultimately boring? Yes. Hypnotic? My ass.