There's a student sporting a full-blown man-stash in the background of a classroom in this film. I never knew any kid capable of this in my high school. Who had a full thicket they could mow and display with pride at 17? Good old 80s, where 36 year old men played teenagers. Letting stash-fraud slide, this is a quintessential nerd vs bully high school fable, or as viewed today, an average guy vs a psychopathic behemoth phantom man. The story…
Chiwetel's performance is one for the ages. Even in simply comparing his posture and demeanor from the beginning and end of the film deserves him the Oscar. It is every bit an internal performance as it is an external one. The slow suppression of his identity over the 12 years is so masterfully subtle, primal, intuitive and he never once goes showy or attention-grabbing with the screen. He sinks into the foreground as if it were the background, living and breathing the nightmare. Just his eyes. No one could have done this role without those eyes.
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…