It's so refreshing to see Witherspoon excelling at Real Person Mode (RPM™) in movies like this and Mud after years of bullshit comedies. Wild is slow going and largely a one-woman show, but Vallée's beautiful landscapes and stream-of-consciousness approach to the story make it an appropriately contemplative, therapeutic experience. The associative editing and sound design are crucial to getting inside Cheryl's head, and it's a unique, risky tactic that pays off.
Not sure if I should log this here, as IT was originally a two-part miniseries but is presented on home video as a three-hour film. That said, I can't imagine ever watching this childhood favorite/abortion of an adaptation ever again, so here's a rating for the road. Reading is fun.
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…