I've grown accustom to Steve McQueen's films hitting me like a pile of bricks, so perhaps this time I had already braced myself for the impact. Don't get me wrong. It was really quite good. It has been stuck in my head for a week now, so he must have done something right. McQueen movies always seem to linger and mature for me.
Honestly my only real complaint is that it, at times, felt chock-full of recognizable faces. It doesn't…
A powerful portrait of sexual addiction. Michael Fassbender gives his most captivating performance (of so many) of the year as Brandon, a man drowning in emotionless rage. McQueen's use of camera placement puts the audience intimately close to Brandon, creating a simultaneously repulsive yet engrossing experience.
The gorgeously gritty images of New York City and Brandon's inability to connect with anyone, not even himself, create a film that feels like an update to the world of Travis Bickle. The streets…
Well... That whomped. Truffaut + (Future-dystopia + the 60s) = a pretty awful idea. Honestly that equation probably works just the same without throwing Truffaut into it, but as the director and a screenwriters he must be held responsible. Why are there soooo many shots of the fire truck speeding to its location? Why did it all look like a sitcom set? Why does the future look so much like the 60s? Why did no one even try to get…