I think this might have been one of the blindest watches I've ever experienced. Going into the cinema - a venture taken only because I had nothing else to do today, and today I felt like seeing a movie - all I knew was that Aubrey Plaza played the protagonist.
Man was this ever a pleasant surprise.
Yes, the indie quirk reflects in the film like the aftertaste of store bought cola reminding you that this isn't coke, and yes,…
What a nice film.
For the life of me I can't pin down individual aspect of the film to discuss.
It's like it unwrapped itself, there's no surface to scratch -- all its layers are already neatly exposed because the characters are part of the artifice, and they explicitly communicate their narrative purposes in the dialogue.
All the Anderson trademarks - from the solid colors and nostalgic atmosphere to the anal/symmetrical set-pieces - were really well placed, the music was…
A masterwork of the superhero genre. Just incredible.
No, but seriously, this movie just flows like a dream. Breathtakingly entertaining, with obvious jokes that aren't deflated by your seeing them coming. Just on the note of humor, it's all rather Whedonesque, right down to some side splittingly funny physical comedy from the Hulk.
I am really truly terrfied that this is Whedon's peak. I haven't seen Cabin in the Woods yet (Australia, man), and I'm still hanging out…
This entire movie was Edward Norton's. Spike Lee may have directed it, David Benioff may have written both the screenplay and the book, but Edward Norton owned this film. Even opposite no less than Phillip Seymour Hoffman, one of this generation's finest actors, Norton still manages to come off as an outstanding lead. His "fuck" monologue was particularly memorable, a deep sense of catharsis will flood you each time you watch it, of that I have no doubt.