Trash, but not the kind I hoped for.
That quote from DW Griffith, about cinema nowadays lacking the wind in the trees, well, this is it. This is the wind through the leaves. An embrace of the mundane and its rhythmic nature. And this is so fittingly about a poet, because no other medium can capture mundanity as well as poetry, except for cinema perhaps.
About perpetually making the worst possible choice, tangling others into a web of mistakes, and yet only seeing one’s own ill-advised outcome as the ultimate goal, showing no remorse for the fate of those who tag along.
Good Time has the exact same qualities and pitfalls as the Safdie’s feature-length debut. Its meandering structure has something very appealing, forming the kind of short distance road movie that they do really well. Safdie’s put their character in a situation and figure…
Films that came to mind during this were: Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Geostorm, Batman Forever, Dracula 3000 and House of the Dead. These are all films I hold dear to my heart, mind you.
I love these films for their B-level kitschiness and how incomprehensible they are, leaving me relentlessly confused BUT entertained. Justice League hit that rare spectrum for me, where the baffledness turned into wonderment. And so, praise goes out to whoever signed off on this. Thank…