You get me closer to God.
An Entertainment of overpowering moments and gestures, and a sparkling rabbit hole that keeps on giving. Charitable in a different way than the first, with the spectacle almost delivered piecemeal but with the same aestheticized luster and grace. Looser, more relaxed, with smaller moments fleshed out and given more weight; watch Tatum's face as he studies the black dancer perform at Jada's mansion, or the convo that takes place in Andie MacDowell's living room…
"It's all about if I can get close enough, fast enough."
There's no trace of the mythic in Mann's contemporary universe, only strict instances of action and reaction swirling around to dizzying effect. The visceral and physical escalation bubbles up to the surface and leaves a lasting, personal mark. Moments of romance are present but brief: Hemsworth's Hathaway surveying his lover's neckline and skin (Claire Denis has mastered this by now), or the same couple holding each other late in…
I don't know. I've had a pretty shitty last few weeks and this made me tremendously, near tears happy. Deceptively simple yet honest and true, Demme creates an intimacy onstage without installing quick, jittery cuts and shots of the audience. It's all about the crazy dynamics of the performance. The camera captures motion and expression & unison between performer and instrument with tremendous ease. It all flows with natural grace and a fever of cool (that lamp dance!). The joy is…