"Ride eternal, shiny and chrome!" - Immortan Joe
Game over, guys.
We have a winner.
George Miller returns to his flawed cult franchise and has 20 years to think about how he's going to carry off something along the lines of a sequel and a reboot. He opts for neither, simply putting Fury Road in the ever-continuing adventures of Max, barely bogging it down with any backstory or alienation towards the uninitiated. The result is a pure action movie, a…
"I thought you weren't insane anymore?"
Watching this with subtitles is an absolute linguistic revelation.
Good to see George Miller has taken some of Joss Whedon's sampling of Asian languages in his film's kray-z dystopic world.
"We fang it!"
I've no idea what that means, but I guess it means to stab at something with your vehicle as fast as humanly possible.
"I should be walking with the Immorta. McFeasting with the heroes of all time."
YOU MEAN IMMORTAN JOE KNOWS ABOUT MCDONALD'S?
Absolutely Immortan bant.
"Did he just throw my cat out of the window?" - Deputy Kovacs
If there's one thing that The Grand Budapest Hotel cements, it’s the fact that no one makes movies quite like Wes Anderson. From the OCD symmetrical shooting style to the random occurrences in his unique worlds, there are no other cinematic experiences quite like Wes'. And with the confirmation of his consistency with 2012’s Moonrise Kingdom, it seems Wes' supporters have given him free-reign over his next…
"'The plot thickens', so they say. Why is that, by the way? Is it the Soup Metaphor?" - Gustave H.
Wes Anderson is the master of his domain. No one dares to make films like him. They know they will fail if they try. He balances fear and respect. The ultimate auteur.
Sure, there are undoubtedly better directors out there than him (I can think of another Anderson, actually...), but there are none like him. The unexpected dialogue tangents, the…
"The incidents that follow were described to me exactly as I present them here and in a wholly unexpected way. A number of years ago, while suffering from a mild case of 'Scribe's Fever', a form of neurasthenia common among the intelligentsia of that time, I decided to spend the month of August in the spa town of Nebelsbad below the Alpine Sudetenwaltz, and had taken up rooms in the Grand Budapest, a picturesque, elaborate, and once widely celebrated establishment.…
"While questing once in noble wood of gray, medieval pine,
I came upon a tomb, rain-slick'd, rubbed-cool,
Ethereal, its inscription long-vanished, yet still within its melancholy fissures-"
Can't work out whether I prefer Romantic Poetry: Volume 1 or Awesome Mix: Vol. 1.
"Alternates, will you clean the blood off my drum set?"
Just about the most pulse-pounding film ever. Chazelle has not only made the best sports film in recent memory, but he's done the nigh-on impossible; he's filmed music. Whiplash's rhythm and pace is a staggering sight to behold, the camera practically dancing between the instruments, up them, down them and around them. It really gives the term 'musical' a new lease of life.
Rewatching Simmons' ebbing and flowing sincerity and severity is also an absolute pleasure; he may be playing about three notes in total, but it's a pitch-perfect performance.