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Nicolas Cage, Joaquin Phoenix, James Gandolfini, Peter Stormare, Anthony Heald, Chris Bauer, Catherine Keener, Jack Betts, Amy Morton, Norman Reedus (mehr)Streaming (6)
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Es scheint nur ein Routinefall zu sein, der den ehrgeizigen Privatdetektiv Tom Welles (Nicolas Cage) auf seiner Karriereleiter weiter nach oben bringen wird. Er soll für eine reiche Witwe die Herkunft und Echtheit einer kleinen Rolle Acht-Millimeter-Films recherchieren, den sie im Tresor entdeckt hat. Im Film ist zu sehen, wie eine junge Frau zu Tode gefoltert wird. Die Spur führt in die Hardcore-Porno-Szene, eine dunkle Hölle, in der Toms grauenvollste Vorstellungen Wirklichkeit werden... (Columbia TriStar Film)
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Joel Schumacher belastet uns psychisch und der Effekt ist ausgezeichnet. Wenn die Gestaltung des Drehbuchs besser wäre, wenn es mehr Fragen und unerwartete Wendungen enthalten würde, wäre der Film noch besser. Es handelt sich aber trotzdem um eine von allen Beteiligten brillant gespielte Depression mit einer hervorragenden Form. Nichts für psychisch labile Zuschauer*innen!
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Im Gegensatz zu einigen Kommentaren glaube ich nicht, dass Joel Schumacher einen Film über Snuff machen wollte, sondern einen Film über die Faszination und Besessenheit vom Tod und seiner Brutalität. Ein Acht-Millimeter-Snuff-Film mit dem Mord an einem unbekannten Mädchen, dessen Identität der Privatdetektiv Tom Welles herauszufinden versucht, ist nur ein Mittel, um in die dunkelsten Abgründe der menschlichen Seele hinabzusteigen, in eine Hölle der Brutalität und Unmenschlichkeit, die schließlich, für einen Moment, selbst denjenigen völlig verzehrt, der als Gesandter des Gesetzes kommt. Nicholas Cage ist großartig, die Verwandlung vom neugierigen Ermittler zum besessenen und dann sinnlosen Rächer ist meisterhaft umgesetzt. Am Ende sieht sich der positive Held mit den unvermeidlichen Fragen "Warum tun sie das?" und "Was haben sie davon?" konfrontiert, die sich zwar an die Mörder richten, aber vor allem dazu dienen, die wachsende Dunkelheit in seiner Seele zu erleuchten. Etwas, das wir alle in uns tragen. Schumacher ist ein exzellenter Regisseur, der auf unnötige Explizitheit und sichtbare Brutalität verzichtet, doch die Atmosphäre von 8 MM ist nur geringfügig weniger dicht und rau als in Finchers Sieben und steigert sich zum Ende hin. Als Zuschauer fand ich mich in der Haut von Tom Welles wieder, der angewidert, entsetzt ist, aber nicht aufhören kann. Die Frage nach dem "Warum" ist zu verzehrend... Dieser Film ist eben keine Dokumentation über eines der gruseligsten Filmgenres, sondern der Inbegriff des Warum mit all seinen Implikationen. Eine perfekte Verkörperung... Sie gibt keine Antwort, aber sie ist die Grundlage für eine (Selbst-)Analyse.
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8MM bietet einen wahrhaft rohen und ungeschliffenen Ausflug in die Welt der brutalsten Pornoindustrie, in der die Grenze zwischen perversem Vergnügen und kaltblütigem Mord völlig verwischt ist. Ich war fasziniert von der Darstellung der Hauptfigur Tom Welles, der im Laufe der Ermittlungen immer mehr in den Fall hineingezogen wurde, und als der Fall gelöst war, war er nicht mehr derselbe wie vorher (und konnte es auch nicht sein). Eine Nebenrolle, gespielt von Joaquin Phoenix, brachte etwas Humor in die Handlung, ansonsten war es eine völlig deprimierende Geschichte über verdrehte Menschen und ihre verdrehten Gelüste, die von der Figur der Maschine "dominiert" wurde. Das letzte Drittel des Films hat meine Aufmerksamkeit am meisten gefesselt und war in Bezug auf Spannung und Action nicht zu überbieten.
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Andrew Kevin Walker, the screenwriter of two of the darkest thrillers of the 1990s, Se7en and 8mm, must be an interesting nutcase. And Joel Schumacher is a director who has some very bright moments in places, and in one of them he made this amazing and unfortunately underrated thriller, which few films can match in terms of depression and dense atmosphere. The sordid, disgusting setting and the depressing mood of late autumn are underlined by a brilliant, gloomy soundtrack that does not add to the good mood. Peter Stormare's and the great Joaquin Phoenix's performances are unforgettable, and Nicolas Cage also does a good job here. But the biggest strength is the story, it builds up superbly and when you think you’ve arrived to the climax, another one comes in, and yet you don’t feel that the whole thing is a mess. In addition, Cage's telephonic request for "sanction" of his decision is so wonderfully morally ambiguous that it must please any viewer who dislikes black-and-white sketched characters. 8mm is a very impressive film and in my opinion one of the best thrillers of the 1990s.
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Damn good and damn rough. As a crime drama, 8MM ventures into less explored waters and it's very, very good. Heavy depression to the end. Not for the faint of heart.
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Great Thriller!! I'm very puzzled by the poor rating on IMDB (only 6.4), because this film is excellent in all respects. Nicolas Cage was still in form, an excellent script concerning a very dark plot, a look into the underworld of porn (snuff!) and great twists. Perfect in every way, can't fault it. 95%
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The attribute 8 MM deserves above all is EFFECTIVE. The story from the porn industry is appropriately brutal and repulsive in its subject matter, with a range of twisted characters from the gallery and the decadent environment of high society. The film is energetic and attractive due to the positive hero played decently by Nicolas Cage, complemented by a diligent improved sidekick, and several very skillfully crafted scenes. Overall, it has a depressing tone, which led to exceptionally great commercial success and acclaim from movie fans. It's not Joel Schumacher's best film, but it ranks among the better ones in its genre. Overall impression: 70%.
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A gloomy and relatively rough (within Hollywood standards) film showing the dark alleys of the metropolis, mentally disturbed perverts, murderers, deviants, and a traditionally clumsy Nicolas Cage. It's not inherently bad, but his acting simply doesn't dazzle and it even the Breitlings he wears most of the time can’t help. There were several scenes pleasantly twisted my nerves and digestive system (the final scene with the music is brilliantly tense) and the decently atmospheric depiction of that underworld with all its filth and tragedy is good. It's not groundbreaking, but on the other hand, Joel Schumacher has already directed several first-class crap, so let's be glad this film turned out like this.
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For Joel Schumacher and all the actors (Cage, Phoenix, Gandolfini, Stormare), 8MM means this: it is one of their best films. Comparable to Fincher’s Se7en. Splendidly dark stuff.
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Everything bad is good for something. Joel Schumacher knew this well when, after the colossal failure of his big-budget Batman films, he turned his attention to more modest, psychologically solid projects in the late 90s, crowned by this famous depressing thriller. The plot, however simple, powerfully draws the viewer into the sordid world of perverted pornography, underpinned primarily by the perspective of the shocked main character, portrayed more than convincingly by Nicolas Cage still in his golden era. The pacing is perhaps a little too brisk given the seriousness of the premise and the psychological ambitions, the production design could occasionally push the envelope in terms of darkness and violence, and there are a few cheesy motifs (Cage finds immediately a diary that the police have been searching for in vain for God knows how long), but the atmosphere is nonetheless suffocating from the opening moments to the last shot, and the terrific actors (especially Phoenix and Stormare) raise the authenticity and sense of revulsion to highly satisfying heights. The ending admittedly dissolves that authenticity in favour of action satisfaction (this is the most significant difference from Se7en, also by Andrew Kevin Walker), but fortunately it doesn’t feel overstuffed and the filmmakers surprise with ideas that you simply won't see anywhere else (Cage's phone call and request for permission)... Definitely one of the most interesting and ultimately best thrillers of the nineties; where are those golden times…
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Depravity of the highest calibre and at the same time perhaps the best quality filmmaking I have seen in months. What Joel Schumacher touches, he gets right, and here it's the same. Nicolas Cage and Joaquin Phoenix are the main duo of guys investigating the authenticity of hardcore snuff porn from the underworld, but their curiosity will take them so deep that they'll have to fight for their lives. The tension is palpable from the first minutes, the setting of the degenerate porn underground is depicted so raw, disgusting and authentic that it makes you sick, and this whole detective ride of the main duo is so incredibly suspenseful and gripping that I devoured every scene to the fullest and sweated all over my pillow. There's violence, an amazing musical score and visual depiction of some of the atrocities (although I could have done with more here), and when you add in the great performances that manage to remain in your memory after a long time, I can't help but give it a full score. A chilling must-see old-school thriller that is definitely not seen every day on the cinematic landscape.
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Watching the film, one finds it incredible, but it is the realization of a reworked script that its author Walker distanced himself from because he felt it was fundamentally watered down, something he had experienced since the production of Se7en, where Fincher had nonetheless stood up for him so his vision could remain intact. Here, Walker didn't accept the Dick Tracy-style notion of the private eye, who in his script is supposed to be more of a small-town bumpkin who spends his weekends bowling, and he didn't like the use of the voice over of the murdered woman, the unmasking of the main villain, or the deliverance letter at the end. All of these rewrites were the work of Schumacher, returning from his Mexican sabbatical where he had retreated out of exhaustion from the production of the last Batman. He was given the script to edit out of trust that he would give it a softer tone. Except that Schumacher returned from Mexico not only refreshed but also with a certain bitterness, so while he destroyed Walker's vision of the average suburban yuppie's inability to look into the abyss without being destroyed for life, he rebuilt it into a thesis about the elusiveness, irrationality, and ubiquity of sheer evil. With most of the film being spent searching and delving deeper and deeper into the sewer of illegal pornography, the structure of that evil is also created, with it being represented in its pure form by the Machine, who is used by director Dino Velvet to further his artistic ambitions, and exploited in terms of sheer mammon by Eddie Poole, who is followed by a host of other fish with the same motives. The awesome Elswit-esque grimness and faded shots of this autumnal tale, combined with a look at the declining pornographic landscape due to the advent of the internet, the constant presence of the ending (the empty giant house of a dead tycoon, the leaf-strewn grey home of the protagonist at the end of the street, as well as the main villain's home, which is even adjacent to a cemetery), and the setting of most of the film in the depopulated areas of New York or Los Angeles, closes the 1990s in a way. Everything is slowly shifting to computers, streets are being depopulated, meeting places are becoming desolate, old structures are breaking down, and everyone carries some scars from these wild years that they hope never to be reminded of. PS: 8mm was my childhood VHS classic that I used to watch about twice a week back in the day, and with the BluRay edition, some details I didn't understand at the time were finally explained, the most significant of which was that because of the cropping, it was impossible to see how The Machine actually kills Max. The shot itself was cut off for the sake of the rating and couldn't be seen on the video at all. Another mystery I can check off
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