This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The MagNRAficent Seven.
A banner movie of the American religion.
Firearms, firearms, firearms.
Women exist to expose cleavage and to weep over their dead husbands, giving other men motivation for revenge.
And, as in so many other Denzel Washington films, the Gospel is a good excuse for a license to kill.
Even so, I was sick to the point that I had to leave the theater for some air before the film ended, because I could see where it was…
My love for this film grows and grows. What a joy it was to return to the Crest, Seattle's favorite second-run theater, yesterday, where The BFG is in its fourth week, and find the place packed with families. And you could tell that many of the children were seeing it for the second time, because as we drew nearer to that scene, they started laughing in anticipation, and went absolutely bananas when it arrived. I don't think I've ever heard…
Thank God Almighty.
Director Ava Duvernay had a monumental task before her, making a high-profile motion picture focused on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, with a cast of famous names. What’s more, the closer the film has come to release, the more the headlines have shown us just how much we need a Great Film about Dr. King’s vision.
Even great directors would probably have disappointed us. Think of Spielberg’s Lincoln: Hey, I loved it, but I acknowledge that it…
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…