a total banger. blitzes through the recording of a one-of-a-kind record like a laser-focused A POEM IS A NAKED PERSON... Nigel Godrich standing in a mountaintop Indian fort, trying to chase a pigeon out of his workspace with a microphone stand. all context is purely ambient, as the film is so dedicated to capturing this collision of musical talent before they scatter to the winds. not for nothing that the camera only leaves the studio on an errand to fix…
Luchino Visconti’s epic melodrama of social migration and moral decay was first released in 1960, when it was met with great scandal (a prosecutor threatened to charge the director with “disseminating an obscene object”) and even greater success. Today, distanced from ridiculous controversy and dislocated from the provincial politics that drive its story, this immaculately restored classic of post-WWII Italian cinema often feels like a new experience altogether.
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…