A casual relationship comedy that finds a convincing Seattle music scene vibe, and then becomes increasingly intriguing in its evasions of conventions and cliches. Some nice surprises near the end. Toni Collette and Thomas Haden Church make even the film's less-inspired tangents worthwhile.
Game 3 of the World Series was the wildest and strangest evening of baseball I've ever enjoyed. I watched Picnic at Hanging Rock all the way through during commercial breaks.
If you did the same thing, dude, did we just become best friends?
I still love this movie. As a high-schooler, I thought it was a surreal and unsettling nightmare. As a college student, I thought it was incredibly sexy, as well as a fantastic cultural commentary about the damage that is done when civilization removes us too far from nature. These days, I appreciate more and more how terribly funny it is.
I'm not the first person to say it, but it's true — this film, like the two before it, is designed to be seen a second time, when viewers will realize just how every fleeting moment either foretells upcoming events, sets up elaborate jokes, or reveals a punchline for a joke yet to be told. It's the fastest-moving, most confidently scripted and edited film I've seen this year. And the action scenes are dizzyingly joyous. When was the last time…
"That's what bullets do."
A solid, riveting, nail-biter of a revenge thriller. It builds suspense so assuredly that its swift bursts of humor are as shocking as its gory blasts of violence. And the more intense it gets, the funnier it gets.
It refrains, thank goodness, from glorifying revenge or valorizing the revenge-seeker. We can feel empathy for him while objecting all along to the stupid decisions he makes, laughing in grim dismay as he makes bad situations worse.