A friend of my brothers was once caught in a torrential downpour in Central Park and sought shelter under a tree. There was a man there and that man was Ben Whishaw, and together they waited out the rain. I would like to steal her memories and wear them like an old tee shirt. "This happened. Once, I was here." This technology isn't available so instead I've resolved to watch all of Ben Whishaws movies in 2018. I resolved this…
Really something. Anguish was never lit so beautifully, or felt so hard in the face.
This is a movie out of time. Bette Davis is 34 playing an old maid despite the fact that she's a demiswan. But the moldy ideas about women and their place on display here are no match for the movies bittersweet heart, laid bare as follows:
- it's never too late
- with kindness we can overcome
- to love is to share a secret…
I started this movie the first week of March on a flight to Montreal and finished it on a flight back to LGA 2.5 months later.
Theres something weightless about the train in this movie, lurching steel computed to meet exactly your every expectation. Slick to the point of absence. Airlessly unreal.
It's like going to a concert and making the whole thing a snap. Distance yourself from the real. Mediate life through a screen. Cut off first hand experience at its source. Strangle reality until its very gasps are abstracted. CGI the fuck out of that train.
I've made it my mission to evangelize this movie, which is unbelievably good, because when I rep for movies like BPM I build them up so much people don't tell me when they watch them and were less than moved. Most people I see face to face have never seen it, or only saw it a really long time ago. Like in the theater. I've got some old friends.
(Luckily all my friends who said Creed wasn't that good we're…
This is one of those movies where when it's available, I watch it. It's twisty enough that I forget the turns by the time Im rewatching it, and it's dumb enough I don't feel bad about that.
Am I ever going to remember how to do the jug riddle?
The race politics of this are all thumbs. I do like tho that Jackson plays a journeyman so he can hotwire a car (he's an electrician) and pick a lock (he's…
This movie reminds me of starting a new job and trying to not rush everyone into realizing you're funny. Like, they'll get there. You're right. Youre funny.
But you dont get to tell people when to know it. Even if there's a predatory alien presence who's not gonna wait around for me to put some English on my facile workplace observations - they're not gonna laugh before they're ready.
The real workplace analogue here is women's contributions not being valued…