A love letter to Japan with an odd fictional narrative in the form of a voiceover, whereby someone is reading out their lover's(?) letters from his travels to both Asia and Africa (Guinea Bissau, specifically).
It didn't really grab me in the way that I expected it to, but the images were all very captivating and a few moments of narration give you pause to think. The brief detour into Vertigo was a nice aside. All in all, solid stuff.
What a bizarre film. Ryan Reynolds takes on the role of a gentle loner who hears voices in his head, supposedly that of his angelic benevolent dog and his evil cat. After accidentally sort of maybe perhaps killing Gemma Arterton in a woods, he has to figure out if he wants to maybe continue murder - perhaps Anna Kendrick next? - or perhaps stop at one.
It's delightfully strange, perhaps too much so and sports a sense of never really…
In the style of Matt, because why not. Saw this with my cinema card and also cos the poster looks damn cool. Look at it. Like some seventies sepia stuff and I'm always down for that. Opens on Gyllenhaal thin as hell. Hair slicked back like some creepy dude. No money but clearly owns a comb. Does bad shit with this grin. Freaked me out a bit but whatever, it's cool.
He drives this shitty car all over the place,…
Let me preface this review by saying that it is in no way a five star film. It's a five star film in the same way that The Other Guys, reviewed by Peter Bradshaw in the Guardian, is not a five star film. But sometimes you watch a movie and can't stop smiling. It entertains. It has you sitting back and going, "Yeah, why can't all films be like this?" And that's what The Guest did to me. Sure, it…