what a title! the production secretary that thought it up had a sense of pulp poetry that Quentin Tarantino would kill for.
anyway, it's hard to say with any real authority, but i'd wager that Fritz Lang's galvanizing bit of propaganda hasn't lost much of its bite since it was first released smack dab in the middle of the war. sure, there's a bit of a halo over things, given that we have the history to know that the good…
Mia Hansen-LØVED it!
...i'd like to begin by offering my apologies to Mia Hansen-Løve, and to my family, who brought me up better than that.
okay but seriously this is great, gut-wrenching stuff... invaluable for better defining the ineffably casual gentleness that courses through Hansen-Løve's work. the word that comes to mind is "merciful"... maybe that's just the title exerting its themes, but the film has such compassion for its characters, even as it almost fatalistically destroys them.
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…
The Grand Budapest Hotel is the film with which Wes Anderson finally answers his critics, and the message could not be clearer or more immaculately embossed in Futura on an insert shot of the most delicate stationary: “Go fuck yourselves.” Anderson has been contemporary American cinema’s most hostile aesthete for well over a decade, and ever since 2003’s The Life Aquatic made it obvious that the filmmaker has exactly zero interest in apologizing for his affectations, each of his subsequent…