Caroline Dhavernas is an angel sent from above.
(watch NBC's Hannibal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(really not enough exclamation points, tbh ^^^)
(about as beautiful as low-budget cinema can get)
(also directed by Denis Villeneuve's brother, Martin)
(it's fucking bonkers; a futuristic/steampunk, audiovisual feast)
On a purely aural and imagistic level,
I wouldn't hesitate to call this film a masterpiece.
Some of the visuals made me feel
transported to the furthest depths of an alien realm.
Which is the scariest aspect of the film:…
The depiction of infidelity has always been the hardest subject matter for me to witness on film. The toxic hypocrisy of the person committing the act, when done "well" is so reviling for obvious reasons. In the case of 45 Years, Tom Courtenay plays very "well" the role of an insensitive husband. But by a large margin, the greater performance is Charlotte Rampling's depiction as the wife. She competently shows the illogical yet human experience of jealousy—even jealousy for a dead lover.
Everything is tainted...but honestly, the dog was a better partner to her anyway.
I was going to criticize this film for lacking true romance and expression of emotion until I saw the final, sublime ending scene. Does that one, cathartic moment sufficiently pay off all the playacting and simulation of emotion the two leads do throughout the rest of the film (it's telling that to Wong, In the Mood for Love is a song, rather than a feeling)? It's difficult to say after a single viewing. I can say it certainly doesn't pay…
I had high hopes that a rewatch of In the Mood for Love would right me in my Wong Kar-Wai disdain and that I could finally appreciate this well-loved director and further explore his catalogue. But sadly, time has only cemented my position that he makes the cinematic version of teen poetry: treacly, shallow, contextless, and sexless.
Most of the appreciation for this film normally rests on its cinematography. People praise the rich colors of Christopher Doyle's palette and how…
I always find myself wanting to be cynical about films like this, and it's a cynicism that I think Alejandro González Iñárritu wants me to leave at the door.
The first half did nothing for me; it seemed to just be an indulgence in grunting and pain with little discernible reason and made the whole thing feel sort of baseless. The film's inflated sense of itself was tiring and I just felt like I couldn't be bothered with what The…
To my cisgender friends, I ask that, even if you would not normally do so, you please read this. This film was made for cisgender people, so I feel it important that I write this for cisgender people. I would not normally watch this movie, but it has been a subject of some discussion on this site in a way that has compelled me to watch it in order to discuss it credibly. I do not imagine what I have…
Sundance 2016: Interludes
When I was younger, I had this unfortunate predilection for growing my hair out longer than it had any business being. I liked being able to have it fall over my eyes so that people would think I was a real deep person who had serious thoughts about life and the world and all of that. The problem was I could never keep it wet or greasy or gelled enough to get it to stay in strands…
Something happened at a screening of The Look of Silence.
Packed house. People were sitting in the dim room prescreening, in that nice little anticipatory void when the screen is black and the house lights haven't quite gone out.
"This is the kind of movie people go alone to," said one woman, a couple rows ahead of me to her four companions. I nodded. Completely alone in the theater, social dictates mandated that I keep my thoughts to myself.
There are several reasons why Bone Tomahawk is a remarkable film but I just wonder if the most remarkable thing about it is going to get the acknowledgement it deserves.
This is, after all, a film starring Kurt Russell and Richard Jenkins, among others, and yet the best performance in the film is by Matthew Fox. MATTHEW FOX. I don't really think that was supposed to happen. But clearly, when director S. Craig Zahler (goddammit, I hate people who have…
Absurd, trashy and fun western where not a lot really happens. Odd that a movie that is predominantly about four guys walking, and walking, and walking, and occasionally shooting can be so entertaining. That's thanks to the wickedly pulp style to the dialogue with character bantering in what could be Tarantino-lite but is more fun than that. Too bad the visuals are almost always caught in this murky darkness since the cinematographer decided to shoot at least two stops too…
Smart men don't get married.
Holy hell what a surprise! Tombstone meets The Hills Have Eyes with the biggest coup being that Kurt Russell is in the Wyatt Earp-type role of the sheriff. There's even a Doc Holliday-type character, but thankfully Val Kilmer is not here attempting the role in his current condition. Surprisingly though, Matthew Fox of all people fills out the role nicely in a pinch.
What's even more surprising in this Western/Horror mash-up is that…