The rap standoff that closes this outside-the-box, darkly comedic exploration of racism, systemic inequality and police violence, is worth the price of admission alone. A bit scattered and unfocused at times, and coyly self-conscious (but so was Trainspotting) the whole of Blindspotting is ultimately better than the sum of its parts, as the apparent randomness and wheel-spinning nature of many scenes let the characters to really dig in to their environments and situations, and resonate beyond what a more traditional narrative would have allowed. A ninety minute lightning rod, which, along with Sorry To Bother, demonstrates a changing tide in minority voices at the multiplex.
...in an ordinary film. Ben Kingsley chews scenery while Hera Hilmar shines, but Brad Silberling's brief and slight screenplay only has time to explore her character's past with regard to her menstrual cycle and awkward first sexual encounters. Jesus Christ, can you tell an ordinary man wrote this?
It's only been four days and I'm already tired of arguing with people about Guardians Of The Galaxy. So I say fuck this movie right in its 92% Rotten Tomatoes-approved-fresh ass. Sorry, does that offend you? Here you go, here's the Reservoir Dogs soundtrack to listen to while you read the rest of the review; apparently that can make everything better.
People like to criticize Hollywood for making the same movie over and over again. Apparently some of those same…
You can tell after the first ten minutes of watching Clouds Of Sils Maria that it is not a Hollywood production; one, because Juliette Binoche's character Maria is still alive, and two, because Kristen Stewart is actually allowed to act, and she's pretty great at it by the way.
In yet another year of middling roles for women, Sils Maria is a dream come true. Masterfully directed by Olivier Assayas, the film centers on an aging actress preparing to play…