• In Fabric

    In Fabric


    Second viewing; no change -- this seems endlessly rewatchable to me; I'm already eagerly anticipating the inclusion of the Dentley & Soper TV advertisement -- which doesn't quite reach the heights (or irresistible earworm properties) of Halloween III Silver Shamrock jingle, but features the singularly mesmerizing image of the beckoning salesladies enticing (luring?) us -- as an extra feature on a Blu-Ray release that can be played in a loop. Although this film has been described in some circles as a…

  • Climax



    Sofia Boutella has one of the best movie freak-out scenes since Isabelle Adjani in Possession (which I believe Noe explicitly namechecks during the opening segment, if I'm not mistaken). A number of TIFFgoers have described the film as tedious, but I'm actually sort of itching to see it again.

  • Peterloo



    Haven't seen all of Leigh's oeuvre -- and apparently I'm an outlier who strongly prefers his contemporary-set films to his period pieces -- but I don't recall anything resembling the full-blown action sequences found here. (On the other hand, exaggerated caricatures peppering the film is pretty typical.) Fairly slow, but the accumulation of character detail through the sprawling narrative lends vivacity to the climactic centrepiece sequence.

  • The Lie

    The Lie


    Wish that the TIFF programme notes had mentioned (read: warned) that this is a remake of WE MONSTERS.

  • Pre-Crime


    The film's thesis is undercut by the fact that the producer wasn't forewarned that the filmmakers would blow significant budgeting overlaying HUDs over most of the footage.

  • Please Stand By

    Please Stand By


    I feel she would know about brads.

  • Tau


    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

    HAL 9000: "My mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it."

    TAU: "NOOOO!! DOOOON'T!!! <zapping sounds> AAAAUUUGGH!!!"


  • Baked in Brooklyn

    Baked in Brooklyn

    Remarkably insufferable protagonist. At least there's the vicarious satisfaction of a scene where the screenwriter's namesake gets his ass kicked.

  • What Happened to Monday

    What Happened to Monday


    A treat for those with a very specific affinity for Noomi Rapace having the opportunity to do a lot of stuff.

  • Merchants of Doubt

    Merchants of Doubt


    The extent of the disinformation campaigns captured in this film now seems positively quaint four years later.

  • The Post

    The Post


    Three quintessential Spielbergian touches within three minutes - the perfect framing in the low angle shot of the WaPost reporters clamoured around the unsealed box; the throwaway shot of Sarah Paulson's character doing a headcount in order to prepare sandwiches; Austyn Jackson passing through frame carrying her marked-up sign. The on-the-noise coda seems like a miscalculation, though. (Also, ditto re: Doug Dillaman's take.)

  • Star Wars: The Last Jedi

    Star Wars: The Last Jedi


    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

    I've long since completely lost all interest in the Star Wars universe -- something that would have been unfathomable to my younger self, who counted first-run viewings of A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back as seminal childhood moviegoing experiences -- but my curiosity became piqued from learning about early rumbles of discontent over The Last Jedi from the hardcore fanbase through scanning news headlines; barring an unlikely swerve towards more Jar Jar-esque inanity, I hoped that the mass…