The muses' depiction as basically a southern gospel choir is so awesomely subversive. All mythologies are equally valid and invalid, so who better to lend this fantastical story weight to wide-eyed children and skeptical adults alike than a quintet of true believers? An inspired creative decision. James Woods kicks ass too, and the rest of the movie is fun despite clearly aching to be Aladdin. I like this much more now than I did as a kid.
Not sure how to appraise this because it did exactly what it set out to do and I had fun throughout but also felt like taking a nap during any of the "plot" stuff. The ridiculous hospital opening with Statham, any antics carried about by The Rock, and that utterly fucking bonkers wrench fight are the clear highlights. Everyone talks about the Paul Walker tribute at the end--which is well-executed, if completely unearned by the two hours that came before…
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…