The latter half delivers a satisfying and thought-provoking conclusion that would've been amazing following on the heels of the previous film's deliberate, intimate dialogues, but the early passages here are baggy and repetitive, centered around a generic mission that feels ripped directly from every other YA adaptation and ultimately goes nowhere. Still, I can't deny how moved I was by the finale, and I look forward to watching all four films back-to-back to see how they hold up as a whole. Jennifer Lawrence and Donald Sutherland do their best work of the series in this one.
Scott knocks the spectacle out of the park, and the performances by Bale and Edgerton are more compelling than you've heard, but everything the film has going for it is ultimately sunk by an empty, half-formed script that seems more interested in paying lip-service to the Book of Exodus rather than bringing its characters and events to life with any sort of passion. A misfire nearly salvaged by terrific setpieces.
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…