lf I could bring Hitchcock back from the dead and show him what 2015 is like, I'd show him Unfriended. But then I'd follow it up with Rogue Nation and remind him the medium hasn't gone to complete shit just yet. That opera scene deserves mention in every single Letterboxd entry. But seriously, what would Hitch think of Unfriended?
You watch enough gleefully convoluted noirs and you start embracing the disorientation of being whisked down their rabbit hole plots. How you get to the end isn't as important as just enjoying the ride of unraveling a conspiracy, picking up pieces to a larger puzzle when one curious place leads to a curiouser one. You watch something like Kiss Me Deadly and you witness a long-stretching influence. We may not have Chinatown, Pulp Fiction, Lebowski, Inherent Vice in their final…
A simple fact: action movies have been neutered, half-baked, half-written and served cold for children with Attention Deficit Disorder. Die Hard has aged into a lost art. It has a wholly original, unpredictable screenplay, crisp with sharp dialogue matched with badass line delivery through the mouths of believable human characters (This sentence alone cannot be attributed to a single modern action film). There is a tight plot that gradually escalates, accumulating ZERO gaps in logic equaling to not a single…
"Time just gets away from us."
Only the Coens. The most authentic western in modern memory, only the Coens could accomplish what they do here and they warrant rewatchability to spare. For one, the Coens are masters of language. Always have been, always will be. The way they go about capturing the Old West linguistics and dialects and transplant them into unique and unusual accents of characters is an absolute treat to experience and in the process, transplants the viewer…