Takeshi Kitano is one of those artists whose films I’m instantly excited to watch. I just know that, for 90-120 minutes, I’m in for a rewarding experience. this is somehow the longest of his films I’ve seen yet. I say “somehow” because the pacing, the layout, was sorta mind blowing for me in that, at the 80-minute mark, I could’ve sworn this was over, more on that in a bit though...

Beat Takeshi’s performance as Mister/the titular Kikujiro moves throughout…

as is bound to happen with any film involving mass alcohol/drug consumption, there have been some truly insipid, simplistic, and borderline idiotic summations of Another Round. this is especially true for any such film that dares to mix some lighthearted moments throughout a plot that is, on paper at least, bound to become moribund. yet, what I got from this was a film that proved to be many different things, often all at once. it begins as a typical middle-aged…

sometimes you’ve gotta watch a movie you know will be trash, made by a filmmaker who may be the new gold standard for nepotism granting the truly untalented a bevy of undeserved opportunities. and starring people I couldn’t care less about, as the false glamour of Hollywood does nothing for moi. it’s somehow even worse than his last film (of which I’ve previously stated my thoughts), as this time Levinson’s new fun plaything he can latch onto isn’t the 2010s…

eh. I’d prefer movies about socialists and communists to not be produced and performed by capitalists. don’t even get me started on having jay z be on the soundtrack.

biopics never work for me. they just come off as lazy, half-hearted recreations of the truth, and almost never give you a complete picture anyways. idk man, I’d prefer to just read a book about what actually happened, and what the Panthers/Fred Hampton were really about. this film is just way…