Could have done without the wink-wink-nudge-nudgery of the foreshadowing/telegraphing via Jane Austen and Mary Shelley references because I believe the audience could have easily deduced those influences on their own; however, once I travelling past those initial unstable steps (which, also include horrid voiceover) Crimson Peak was downright enjoyable. Spectacular, almost...except for Charlie Hunnam, that man is difficult to watch. It's uncomfortable to a point, but he keeps on trying so you gotta give him that.
Red clay snow is…
- Up-close CGI looks great; when it's shown from a distance, it's a bit sketchy.
- Some of the animals look like outright shit - ex. the little monkeys playing around on the shoulders of King Louie - it was like one Sega Dreamcast graphics monkey got slipped in with the Playstation 4 graphics monkey.
- Why the fuck is King Louie so big?
- I appreciated Mowgli playing with the cowbell just before King Louie's appearance.
- Why can…
Often times certain films hold a special place in my heart, as I am sure the same can be said of almost everyone else. My memory of The Royal Tenenbaums involves a group of friends driving one hour (both ways) to Baltimore to catch it at the Charles Theater. At the time, that was the only way to see Wes Anderson’s newest film, since growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, one did not have the opportunity to see…
If you're ready for 3 hours of floundering in filth, staggerstumbling through the muck and mire shitscape that is Akanar, swathed in an incomprehensible steamfog, perpetually rolling through the frame, enveloping everyone and everything...Medieval times as alien...future as past...cyclical oppression and barbarinism shot through documentarian-observer style with reportage style camerawork showcasing cultural and academic destitution where the townfolk administer ladlefulls of a lacquerlike substance over an endless array of noosehung bodies transforming the swaying corpses into public ornaments sparkling in…