My favorites are four of my favorites, not my four favorites. Cause who makes a top four list?
I lived in Florida from the age of ten through twenty-five, and I’ve been in San Francisco for twenty years now. So, when it comes down to it, I don’t remember anything about “Florida Man,” or if there was some great chasm between the left and the right, or the boomers and the Gen-Xers. I was a kid, and I made a few good choices, and a bunch of bad ones. I played a lot of tennis, and ____________________-ed a _________________…
Today I wrapped up teaching my second semester-long high school film class. Last year it was in distance learning, and this year it was in the classroom. I had the kids rank the films we watched, and the most pleasant surprise was how high they ranked Days of Heaven. Gorgeous as it is, I thought it might be a bit too slow and light on plot for them. Thankfully, I was wrong!
As cliche as it sounds, Days of Heaven is…
Other than a corny America’s Most Wanted-looking flashback during a crucial scene, a predictable plot structure, and a shot that liiiiiiingers on Ben Affleck while he’s making the “Well I’ll be darned!” smile we all knew was coming, this held up well! Solid performances, entertaining throughout, and I’ll take this version of Robin Williams over the Yosemite Sam with a firecracker up his ass version.
It seems like Minnie Driver should have had a bigger film career, but apparently she’s a musician, too.
The danger in continuing Antoine Donel’s story is that he grows up. He suddenly transorms from a scrappy rapscallion to a needy creeper. Economical storytelling is having your protagonist friend-zoned in ten minutes, so he still has twenty minutes left to diversify his stalker portfolio.
I haven’t lost faith in Antoine yet, but he kinda 400 blew in this film.
At first, Phil, Benedict Cumberbach’s character in Jane Campion’s The Power of the Dog, seems almost cartoonishly cruel. He browbeats seemingly everyone for not being as manly as he is. He attacks his brother George (Jesse Plemons), his brother’s new wife Rose (Kirsten Dunst), and Rose’s effeminate son Pete (Kodi Smit-McPhee). There doesn’t seem to be much to Phil beyond a propensity for clinging to his brother at all costs, and avoiding bathing at all costs.
As the film goes on,…