“SILENCE. WRITERS WRITING.”
It’s in the tenderness hidden amidst the sternness of Bill Murray’s voice. It’s in the furrow of Timothée Chalamet’s brow. It’s in the cracks sounding up and down Léa Seydoux’s back as she stretches. It’s in the way Jeffrey Wright crosses his legs as he sits. It’s in the widening of Frances McDormand’s eyes. It’s in the way Saoirse Ronan pulls the trigger.
It’s in the promptness of Mathieu Amalric’s movements. It’s in the way Adrien Brody…
“We’re suffocating.”
The way I shot this movie straight into my veins when I was 15 and suicidal and so unbelievably angry at the world... Such a bizarre sensation to return to it now, nearly a decade later, older and still angry at the world.
Adults are so quick to say teens are over dramatic, that their problems aren’t as serious as they think. But teenage girlhood really is agony incarnate. Sexualized by just about every man you pass, discredited…
I suppose I shouldn’t surprised that a Mamoru Hosoda film looks this jaw-droppingly gorgeous but… I was still utterly floored by just how stunning Belle was to take in.
The story is a bit too loose for my personal liking but the consistent visuals and overall VR aesthetic were fantastic enough to make that two hour runtime worth it. Additionally, the music here is so emotionally strong, I found myself tearing up a few times over how pretty it sounded!
Mamoru’s concepts are always so fascinating, particularly in how he’s managed to find multiple ways for his main character’s to explore the ideas surrounding self-discovery.
The less than favorable parts of Where the Crawdads Sing certainly stand out more on a rewatch. But so do the better parts of the film. Knowing exactly what’s coming also obviously adds more enjoyment because all the time I spent last time wondering who did it, was spent noticing all the subtle hints to what’s to come!
Yeah, the dialogue has moments that are a bit yikes and YEAH, that rape scene is so awful that it once again…
… I am on my knees begging writers and directors to stop using female body trauma (rape/miscarriages/abuse) as brief plot devices or virtually the only exposition surrounding female characters’ backstories, its mentions featured for maybe ten minutes of screen time, only to then miraculously be completely forgotten or never properly and healthily addressed. Please. I am so tired.
Malignant is what I’d call a big ole razzle dazzle of nonsense. It has the visuals of a multi-million dollar funded project,…
