Meet Joe Black tells the story of media tycoon William Parrish (Anthony Hopkins), whose charmed life and orderly household are suddenly disrupted by the arrival of an enigmatic young man named Joe Black (Brad Pitt) who proceeds to fall in love with Parrish’s beautiful daughter Susan (Claire Forlani). For Parrish, Susan and the rest of his family, the consequences of this romance are profound, complicated and bittersweet, for Joe Black is actually the personification of Death. —Official site
Martin Brest (born August 8, 1951) is an American film director, screenwriter, and producer.
Brest was born in the Bronx, New York and graduated from Stuyvesant High School in 1969, from New York University’s School of the Arts in 1973 and from the AFI Conservatory with an M.F.A. degree in 1977.
His major studio debut was 1979’s Going in Style, which starred George Burns, Art Carney and Lee Strasberg, the first of several films to mix action and comedy to great effect. Brest was then hired to direct the film WarGames, but was fired during production.
Brest got his big break in 1984 with Beverly Hills Cop, starring Eddie Murphy. The film grossed over $300 million and received a Golden Globe nomination for Best Motion Picture – Comedy or Musical, as well as an Academy Award nomination for Best Original Screenplay.
Brest followed up with 1988’s Midnight Run, starring Robert De Niro and Charles Grodin, a critical and commercial… read more
vastly ambitious picture with many parts that exceed its sum; biggest problem is unfortunately with pitt in a confused and inconsistent performance; hopkins is the real star; harden and tambor are marvels in their supporting roles; screenplay is beautifully composed; a swirling score; breathtaking lubezki photography; finely crafted direction from brest still not enough to prevent this from becoming his heaven's gate
Very love-sick film that will leave you feeling lethargic and a story line so prolonged you may actually need a sick bag by the end... having said this I felt the length of the film to be somewhat justified in tearing my overly sympathetic heart apart, but you have been warned it is rather corny. Not for those who are not easily touched by a snail paced sexual tension build up and emotional family mushiness.