i will not lie. that is love.
i haven’t had this much difficulty putting my thoughts about a movie into words in a very long time. but i get it — words can’t encapsulate the beauty of Lee Isaac Chung’s Minari, a tender exploration of family and life and love and generational wisdom.
the plant after which the movie is named is a literal weed, one with the ability to grow pretty much anywhere water and damp soil is found. it’s described as a ‘cut-and-come-again’ plant, one…
we’re always conditioned to think of silence as something peaceful, a calm away from the noise of the vehicle that is life. but sometimes silence can be loud, clouding our ability to feel everything else in front of us. and once silence starts screaming, it never really stops.
in Darius Marder’s Sound of Metal, silence is as much a villain as it is a hero; a calming wave as much as a destructive din. as someone who’s dealt with tinnitus…
cut from the same cloth as many recent blockbusters, Nope spends too much time concerning itself with the spectacle that it doesn’t achieve much else. even from a mind as twisted as Peele’s, there’s not a lot of thread to hold onto here, and even those that are unwinded are left loose and barely formed into anything of real material. of course there’s a lot to be said about the quality of the spectacle — Peele fires on all cylinders,…
if Delia Owens’ Where the Crawdads Sing is a quiet, lyrically effusive journey bathed in luscious romanticism, then Olivia Newman’s adaptation is a flat, sterile ride bridled with a series of short cuts that bleaches the story till it slowly loses its essence.
at the root of this, in my mind, is Lucy Alibar’s script, so rushed and stoic that i can’t imagine how they ended up moving forward with it. the dialogue is so ridiculously stifled and the narrative…
i am not exaggerating when i say this is genuinely the softest, warmest, most tender movie i have seen all year. i wish it didn’t have to end. i mean, what in the world was Greta thinking?
it is so obvious that Little Women is crafted with so much love and emotion, that you can’t help but feel loved yourself. which, i guess, is what Gerwig does best — just as with Lady Bird, she pumps the film’s entire runtime…