Criminally overlooked and under discussed; came for the mystery, stayed for Bernthal and Wigham. Two of the most committed and entertaining character actors working today. It was a pleasure to see them together chewing the scenery like absolute animals.
I SEE THE BAD BOYS SHOOTING
How bad they are, those bad boys
Who bask in the ever setting Miami sun
And fire their glocks high up toward heaven
And scream in flighty banter as their bullets fly straighter
Than any bullets should
It is said in darkened, unheard rooms
That when the bad boys aim their glocks skyward
At the apex of their ascent
The lips of angels stretch down
And kiss their bullets
Before the fall.
Pride and Penisjuice
Major revision on my previous thoughts. This is one of the most cohesive and coherent and collectively astounding pieces of romantic filmmaking one could ever hope to experience. A modern classic in the truest sense. Joe Wright always knows exactly what he’s doing with mathematic structural precision.
Mind-boggling how quiet yet satisfying that climax is. Everything before it has been so ardently sumptuous, and yet in the moment we’ve been seeking the whole film all is silent and…
My grandma goes to the same parade in Lake Mills, Wisconsin every year. She doesn’t live there, and it’s quite a trek, but I have relatives who are residents and it’s where I went to high school. She loves attending it because there’s a big towing company in the town called Topel’s Towing and they always drive their massive tow rigs in the middle of the parade. Now, when I was going to school there, it was like a second…