pop a wheelie on the zeitgeist
I forgot how serious this movie took itself when it first came out. Watching it now in 2021, John Krasinski just comes across as an aggressive librarian from the amount of times he puts his finger to his lips to shush his children any time he senses danger is close by. And while the sound design tricks for Part I have already aged poorly, I can appreciate this for acting as an enduring love letter to his children and the lengths he would go to as their father to protect them, albeit the fantasy he came up with to illustrate this is a pretty toxic one...
Top 3 Peter Jackson film that offers a hopeful portrait of the afterlife for those that have been taken from us too soon. Unfortunately, so much of the CGI used that felt ahead of its time in 2009 now comes across as Unsolved Mysteries re-enactments mixed with Windows95 screensaver art. But the most effective part of the movie and ultimately its saving grace was This Mortal Coil’s hauntingly beautiful “Song to the Siren” to soundtrack the afterlife. And Stanley Tucci has honestly never been better, it’s just a shame he regrets taking this role.
John Krasinski knew he couldn’t carry the weight of the franchise on his own so he had to call in the calvary aka Cilian Murphy to get the job done and they delivered! The art of the craft is on full display here and at its best this took me back to the feeling of seeing Cloverfield for the first time when the film peaks during the incredible “Day 1” sequence, while the rest of the film unfortunately felt like The Last Of Us fan-fiction despite expanding its universe only ever so slightly. But for the love of god, somebody get this family some damn shoes!
Tender, dry and brilliant. About Endlessness adopts the same qualities of life itself: it’s both short and infinite. It’s over in a heartbeat, and yet it feels like it could go on forever. Similar to Wings of Desire, we float in and out of peoples lives and experience the full scope of human existence, in all its beauty and terribleness in just 78 minutes. But what I love is how Andersson highlights the smaller, in between moments of life that we’d…