A enthralling sorrow, filled with stubborn survival. A film about the sad repercussions of isolation and the joys of a fine friend. Melissa McCarthy is great in this because she tries to empathize with Lee Israel and give her the benefit of the doubt for her grumpy ways. Richard E. Grant is great in this because he wouldn’t dare judge Jack Hock — it’s a performance with display of high honor for his couch-crashing free spirit with sticky fingers. Nicole…
Teen Titans Go! To the Movies was the most surprising thing I’ve seen at the movies in a long time. I *could not stand* the trailer, but whew, that’s a delightful kid’s movie. It’s basically Deadpool for the 12 and under crowd, with even more piercing jabs at the DCEU.
They reference the Animaniacs in this, which was quite fitting. This is basically the Animaniacs/Freakazoid for the dubstep/Snapchat generation.
Also, I have no clue what the mid-credits scene means, but the children in my theater erupted in cheers and applause. One kid screamed, “it’s a miracle!” I laughed for about a minute.
If Beale Street Could Talk is a magnum opus (Barry Jenkins’ second in a matter of two years). It’s a film that sees love as an all-encompassing power that life can’t stop, but also as a teacher of empathy for those who hold barriers between their fellow human.
It’s riveting cinema, punctuated with light and strife, the hope of what could and will be and the fracture of what is. What startling work from KiKi Layne, Stephen James, Regina King,…