It took me a one day of pondering to admit the gravity of 2049 brilliance, because I'm not gonna lie: I was having a little bit of mixed feeling at the time I left the theatre. It's not perfect, really. I can go talking about all the things that bothers me with the film. But fuck all of the flaws. In the end, all that linger in my minds are Villeneuve's uncompromising visions. Deakins breathtaking cinematography. Zimmer's hypnotic score. Gosling's…
Almost missing out on this one (that awful title, run-off-the-mill premise, untested director, and very few people talking about it) and thank God I didn't. Taylor Sheridan might have written SICARIO and HELL OR HIGH WATER for Denis Villeneueve and David McKenzie career advancement, but damn bastard saved the best script for himself.
The most surprising thing about WIND RIVER is how it's leaning more towards a Lonergan-ian wrecked tragedy than a Fincher-ish taut thriller (I swear I heard the…
What's the most gasping moment in The Godfather? Right, that baptism/assassination intercut. The Usual Suspect? Right. That Kobayashi glass/Keyser Soze revelation intercut. The Dark Knight? yep. That Aaron Eckhart- Maggie Gyllenhal diversion intercut. Imagine if there's a film specifically consists 3 hours full of brilliant-nicely pace intercut just like all of the above. 3 HOURS NON STOP gasping moment. This is it.
Back then, when the news come that von Trier will make a full-blown arthouse porn, my mind blown. It's arthouse and porn after all, which is 2 of my favorite genres. The anticipation was just so big. And then the casts were announced one by one. My anticipation was swelling up again. And one by one the marketing material came up. By the time the final trailer were released, I was already having a full hard-on of excitement.