You don’t have a lucky crack pipe?
As a theatre person, finding out that two-time Tony nominee for best play and three-time Oscar nominee John Logan wrote and directed this was absolutely hysterical. This guy wrote Gladiator!!
A good title/setting (the idea of setting a classic “summer camp slasher” at a conversion camp could be interesting) ruined by a truly awful screenplay. Enormous “hello fellow queers” energy on this thing. Bad.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
We are truly living in the MPREG renaissance 🥲
(This was a great film about how living in Albany will fuck up your whole life. Rebecca Hall is one of our most adventurous actresses, I loved her in this even if the film itself went off the rails by the end.)
Michelle Yeoh is incredible but this is yet another film that splashes around in genre-based fun only to disappointingly reach the “actually this is really about how important family is…” endgame so many contemporary blockbusters have. Daniels are masters of high-concept stupidity but I miss the simple pleasures of Daniel Radcliffe’s farting corpse. Not bad by any means, but, for me, not the life changing work it’s hyped up to be.
Walter Burns: “Sorta wish you hadn't done that, Hildy.”
Hildy Johnson: “Done what?”
Walter Burns: “Divorced me. Makes a fella lose all faith in himself. Gives him a... almost gives him a feeling he wasn't wanted.”
The finest of the trillion “The Front Page” adaptations. Cary Grant is great as always but it is, of course, Rosalind Russell who grabs the picture by its throat from frame one and never lets go. If I’m being perfectly honest, the comedy of…