In a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it ambulance scene, an EMT says awkwardly to her charge, “I’m just gonna… check you.” She looks enough like Abbi Jacobson – a Philadelphia area native, like Split’s writer/director, M. Night Shyamalan – that it instantly becomes my favorite scene in the movie, a random cameo with Jacobson’s hapless Broad City character stumbling into an EMT job for which she is comically unqualified. But it’s not her. In her absence, the scene is reduced to just another tiny vignette of Shyamalan’s frustratingly skewed sense of how real people interact.
“Do you want to hear a scary story?”
“Um... do you?”
“So, there’s this disabled kid...”
“This isn’t scary.”
“It gets scary, so there’s this kid...”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“That’s... not a thing.”
“He’s sort of lumpy.”
“You’re a terrible person.”
“...and he drowns.”
“A terrible, terrible person.”
“Then his mum comes back and kills all the kids that were responsible for this death, then they kill her.”
“Okay, getting better.”
“Then one of…
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I hate this movie for all its cutesy quoting of Wrath of Khan while trying and spectacularly failing to sublet its gravitas. I hate it for casting the whitest actor on Earth as a man named Khan Noonien Singh. I hate it for the way that every shot in the back half is a three-ring circus of lens flares, cluttered sets, and CGI embellishments. I hate it for turning Spock into Sheldon from "The Big Bang Theory". I hate it…
PTA’s long-awaited and uncompromising chronicle of cultdom, the elusive nature of power, and the deep need for acceptance in the wake of debilitating post-war angst is as over-stuffed with on-screen talent as it is lacking in coherent engagement. Hoffman and Phoenix lay themselves bare, but are hampered by a failure to fulfil a basic tenet of the medium: there isn’t a soltitary developed character for which to feel an ounce of identification or sympathy.
Phoenix is a marvel as he…
Before I start this review, I’d like to say the following: If you liked or even loved the film, that is fine. I frankly envy you. This is a film I wanted to love. But I didn’t, for reasons I will go into during this review.
Previous to this rewatch, I had last seen The Dark Knight Rises at the midnight premiere. The idea of a filmmaker finishing off a comic book trilogy and summing up their run of a…
This film has no right to be as good as it is. It is predictable, it is about guys beating each other up, it is a testosterone filled fight film with all the subtelty of a freight train and it is unbelievably melodramatic.
Yeah, whatever, this film (wait for it, there's an incredible pun coming) knocked me out cold.
Films like this don't need to be groundbreaking, they need to be engaging. If Rocky was someone you couldn't root for,…