Most of the "gags" fall flat these days, but the third act goes to some admirably bonkers places and the baccarat sequence with Orson Welles is actually quite good, comedically and cinematically. Feels like it had aspirations of being the next It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World but came up short. Woody Allen's scenes are funny because why the fuck is he even in this?
A tragic, utterly breathtaking love story meets martial arts extravaganza. Though melodramatic and convoluted on paper, the story--punctuated by revelation after revelation and double-cross after double-cross--is immaculately told on the screen, its intricate machinations playing out gracefully under Yimou's masterful direction. The action choreography is breathless and beautiful, and the constantly-moving camera matches those physical feats beat for beat. The film's use of the seasons as a deliberate stylistic choice elevates rather than detracts, and the climax it all builds to is awe-inspiring. This is the best film I've seen in quite a while.
To say that Holy Motors has been praised would be the understatement of the century. It has been discussed and interpreted more than probably any other movie this year. Furthermore, seemingly every major critic loves it. It has a 90% on Rotten Tomatoes, an 84 on Metacritic, and my boy Film Crit Hulk placed it at the very top of his 2012 list, ahead of Django Unchained, The Master, Looper, and several other terrific titles. However, there's something none of…
"I just wanna feel that we both wanna, like, be in love. I want it so...bad."
Have you ever felt like you're drifting aimlessly through life? Have you ever longed for someone to love, a longing that runs so deep you can hardly contain your emotions when you're alone in your bed in the middle of the night? Have you ever felt like everyone's abandoned you? Have you ever felt like none of it means anything? Have you ever felt…