It's hard knowing what to make of The Hateful Eight. On one hand, it's Quentin Tarantino at his most novelistic. The movie's bloodshed is primarily red, but (like usual) his dialogue is much more colorful. It's a handsomely made movie. But, on the other hand, The Hateful Eight is Tarantino at his most indulgent.
As of late, Tarantino has been fascinated with revisionist history. Inglourious Basterds took vengeance against the Nazis; Django Unchained did the same with slave owners. However,…
I think Abbas Kiarostami's Ten exists as a companion film to his masterpiece Taste of Cherry. Taste is about death, but Ten is about life. Specifically, it is about love, romantic and familial. It is not always interesting or compelling, but it stands as a fantastic experiment in digital filmmaking. The movie's image quality is dated today, but I'm certain the low quality was Kiarostami's intention - it makes Ten a movie of its time. Props to Kiarostami for making a feature film confined to such a small space with only ten scenes (each heavy with conversation) somewhat watchable.
WTF has a name, and it rhymes with Wicolas Tinding Fefn.
Someday I'm going to be working at the video store, and a desparate customer will approach me. "Can I help you?" I ask him/her. S/he looks at me, twitching and dishevelled. "Just fuck my life up."
S/he leaves the video store with a copy of Only God Forgives and a package of sugar-free gummy bears.
There's got to be a better movie that can be made from this footage…
After three viewings, I've finally decided that Ratatouille is a masterpiece.
Ratatouille is critic-proof. Sure, the menacing Anton Ego has a monologue near the film's end about the hypocrisies that come from being a critic, but that's not why Brad Bird's movie is so immune. Ratatouille can't be touched because it does such a good job of appealing to our emotions. I couldn't help but feel uplifted by Remy the rat's joy of cooking.
The best movies surprise us, and…