A free-associative trip through the golden years of rhythm and blues, Les Blank’s long-lost Leon Russell doc unfolds like a southern-fried Almost Famous that’s been stitched together from all of the little observations that a scripted film would leave out. Shot between 1972 and 1974 and buried for more than four decades after Russell balked at the finished product, A Poem Is a Naked Person has been lovingly remastered by the late filmmaker’s son (after he connected with Russell on…
like staring into the abs of god.
completely different from the first film, it feels like an R-rated STEP UP sequel as shot by Soderbergh, and if that idea does nothing for you, don't bother. characters bounce off each other beautifully in more ways than one... the film is so content to have zero concrete stakes. more involved in the communion of spectacle and the binding force of entertainment. reminded me of a great martial arts film re: the skill…
The fourth installment of George Miller’s rambunctious postapocalyptic saga arrives in theaters like a tornado tearing through a tea party. In an age of weightless spectacles that studios whittle down from visions to products, here’s a movie that feels like it was made by kidnapping $150 million of Warner Bros.’ money, absconding with it to the Namibian desert, and sending footage back to Hollywood like the amputated body parts of a ransomed hostage.
GODZILLA is the TRUTH.
one of the most satisfying, well-paced & beautifully directed blockbusters since Jurassic Park. a genuine spectacle of humility. Many complaining that the film abandons interest in its characters, but the perils of human egocentrism in the face of global crisis = the entire point. genuinely registers as the first post-human blockbuster. i almost feel like people have been conditioned to the explosive banality of contemporary tentpoles... but if any $200 million monster movie is going to feel…