In the confines of the MCU's framework and anatomy, its DNA, you will have noticed Gunn's cinematic method has now reached a beautiful crossroads within it's aforementioned universe. A meshing and bonding of the two. Finding the ubiquitous amounts of heart all around us, unearthing and ascertaining affinities of the one's closest to you and those of higher understanding and purpose, and continually redefining brand. Prismatically charged lighting strikes the eyes lucidly, and continually throughout boasting a freshly perceptible dimensionality…
THE MONUMENT to which cinema was waiting around for since it's advent. A holy reunion between the purest and simplest of action and comedy idiosyncrasies melding together better than PB&J.
Each joke, beat, and movement builds upon the next, giving about a perfect structure upon the solidest of foundations. Built to last.
Each piece is stuck together meticulously, handcrafted with patience and care with a super adhesive so aware of all the inner-workings it…
“There's a special rung in hell reserved for people who waste good scotch. Seeing as how I may be rapping on the door momentarily...”
“I must say, damn good stuff, Sir.”
Inglorious Bastards is some damn good stuff!
I despise some of the lame criticism Tarantino gets on being a dialogue driven and viscerally violent filmmaker. Does it is make him any less of an artist then Malick or Tarkovsky? No. Artist paint with different brushes and strokes. His greatest…
Stuff all the Roland Emmerich’s of this world into a boat and let it sink. We need more Denis Villeneuve’s. Arrival meditates on first contact questions I have long pondered but never voiced. Lensed to a purposefully and forcefully perceptive intent orientated meeting of language, sound, discourse and meaning. Sewing together time and memory, a touchingly beautiful retrospection transiently fleeting. Right from the opening scene you know the subplot is integral, a fast shot of life, raising one’s kids. Paralleling…