Proxima is a little overlong and a little overly familiar in places. To be fair, and just a little ironically, there’s very little new ground to cover in the “sad astronaut” genre. Proxima lacks the distinctive visual aesthetic of Ad Astra, the smooth polish of First Man, or even the arthouse ambition of High Life.
Instead, director Alice Winocour opts for a low-key no-frills approach. This has some benefits, essentially placing the entire weight of the film on Eva Green…
“Who does she belong to?”
“She doesn’t remember.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice.”
It’s hard not to consider Arracht in the context of Black ‘47, the famine revenge western that opened the Dublin Film Festival two years ago and went on to become one of the first uniquely Irish blockbusters. While the film is perhaps unknown in the United States, and a source of minor controversy in the United Kingdom, it has a sizable cultural footprint in Ireland, where it finished…
It is probably a bit early to say this on first watch, but I’m pretty confident: The Rise Of Skywalker may be the worst Star Wars film. It is also the worst film that JJ Abrams has made.
The real tragedy of The Rise Of Skywalker is that it is designed to appease the type of audience who - by definition - can never be appeased. And it works so hard to appease them that it alienates everybody else.
Full review: the m0vie blog
Smithereens is probably the strongest of the three fifth season episodes, taken from beginning to end. There are a number of reasons for this.
Most subtly, Black Mirror has reached the point where it has covered enough ground that perhaps there aren’t too many high concepts left to explore, and so the only logical thing left to do is to mash a few of them together, outside of anthology frameworks like White Christmas or Black Museum. And so Smithereens is…
