First viewing since the late 90’s. To be upfront about it, I thought this was garbage even as a teenager (this would have been a hotly anticipated project based on the Rodriguez/Williamson connection) and I had a high degree of certainty it hadn’t improved any with the passage of time. That said, I’ve had Hartnett jumping in and out of my Letterboxd actor stats for the past few months based on how semi-ubiquitous he’s become in 2023 and thought it…
My review is up over at InRO. Sort of the inverse of the phenomenon where a perfectly solid feature film premise is stretched out to to an 8 episode limited-series. The central mystery is nowhere near as interesting as the film believes it to be and the this can barely keep track of all its red herrings and colorful supporting characters but del Toro and Silverstone (!) have such fantastic chemistry together as a middle-aged married couple jumping back and…
When I was a little kid, growing up solidly middle class, I had a lot of toys. But my parents, mindful of the expanding clutter that comes from the accumulation of “stuff,” presented me with an ultimatum: if I went long enough without playing with my toys then I’d have to get rid of them before I could get any new ones. They didn’t care what I did with them: throw them out, sell them at a yard sale, give…
Pick. A. Fucking. Metaphor. Diana as a wild horse that can’t be tamed. Diana as beautiful but dumb pheasants, bred to be killed. Diana as currency being passed between men. Diana as a P.O.W. (Princess of Wales, clever that). Diana as Anne Boleyn (literally conversing with her ghost and sharing horror stories about their respective husbands). And that’s not even counting all the torturous business with Diana’s obsession with her father’s ratty old jacket, contrasted with the gowns she’s instructed…
