A late-night unplanned watch after not getting picked for the Hamilton lottery. I went into it not knowing what a Trumbo was, and since I watched the trailer without sound, I thought it was the endearing nickname for Cranston's character.
My friend and I got to the theater more than an hour early so we decided to slip into The Night Before. So you can only imagine how jarring of a culture shock it was, after an hour, to switch…
This movie made me feel things on the polar opposite of the feels spectrum of what Interstellar did: joy, hope, warm, fuzzy, mirth. Though I still respect Interstellar for its ambitious scale and gorgeous alien landscapes, I'd choose to rewatch this in a heartbeat. I really appreciated the unexpected humor and heart from a movie of a genre that usually spells unnerving mystery, sterile atmospheres and the inevitable dive to despair. The spirit of science-ing the shit out of each…
As someone who read the book, I had my own preconceived notions of what Nick and Amy would look like or what Amy's diary voice would sound like. Though my version of Amy was a bit more shrill (yes, shrewlike) with a more constant state of narrowed eyes, Rosamund Pike brought a more subtle (and better, I admit) version to life that captivated me from the get-go. I mainly remember Pike as virtue personified in her role as Jane Bennet…
I don't know why I resisted laughing in the beginning of this movie but I stopped being a party pooper at the appearance of the $37 cup of coffee. I especially loved the ridiculous dei ex machina when they were momentarily stuck out on the sea. Perhaps blasphemy to some but this felt like a nimbler rendering of the story the emotionally cumbersome Wreck-It Ralph tried to tell.