I love films.
I always watch trailers, I can't help myself. Trailers for this centered Molina, deservedly, and just hinted at the Goblin. My prediction going into this was that we'd see Goblin but only with the mask on and probably it would be a soundalike. So imagine the thrill I felt watching that mask get destroyed. In a movie overflowing with painstaking calculations, the thing they got most right was showcasing Willem Dafoe's face. Fun to indulge the nostalgia of seeing most…
In hindsight, the primary purpose of the Sparks documentary was to provide context for this, and both are better for it. No line reading in recent memory has stuck and repeated endlessly in my head quite as much as the way the halftime show announcer says, "Baby. Annette." If I ever watch this again it'll be mainly to enjoy the radical patience in that pause.