“And I told him that I didn’t care what people said. But, Mama, I do care! I care terribly!”
Oh god I understand you so well, Kay, I really do. How can you be so despicable and yet still make us, or rather me, feel for you in such a heartbreaking way?
"I think you have to see Charlie Kaufman's "Synecdoche, New York" twice. I watched it the first time and knew it was a great film and that I had not mastered it. The second time because I needed to. The third time because I will want to."
Oh boy did Roger Ebert know what he was talking about. Third time I watch it and I want to watch it again, and then probably again. It is now that I finally get that same feeling I used to get when watching Mr. Nobody. I love it.
A passable and at times even endearing comedy—it’s a shame it doesn’t believe in any of its characters as being more than just a collection of unconvincing and quite honestly lazy tropes. The film does characterise them in its own ways, through little quirks and running-gags, which is all well and good if the performances were actually able to sell most of those quirks and gags as pertaining to that of a person that mildly resembles real people? As it…
Molly’s game is an interesting case—its unending influx of traditionally unnecessary narration may have annoyed a few, driving them to attribute its lack of confidence on the cinematic power of storytelling, to the fact that this was Aaron Sorkin’s (formally a writer) directorial debut. Whilst I cannot completely negate this, as there’s a clearly excessive dependance on narration and dialogue as a primary means to tell the story, I would assert that it is deliberate. Considering how overt it is,…