Masterful cinema at its grandest. Went into this with reservations seeing as I’m not the biggest Tarkovsky fan. Production design, and technically this is everything that makes a film, film.
I don't care, this movie is nonviable. Ferris, himself, is an asshole -- completely takes advantage of Cameron's depressive anecdote for his own escapism and amusement. The parade scene pisses me off because it can never happen, but in the world of John Hughes', I guess it can.
A stick in the mud I maybe, but this movie is all an inane exercise. Can this really only be Matthew Broderick's 'great' leading role?
This was both frustrating and enjoyable to watch, yet I don’t think Eighth Grade says anything relatively new about the social awkwardness through the perspective of an adolescent. In any case, it only just forcibly makes us cringe, and that works in its favor for Bo Burham. While it has some genuine laughs, there aren’t enough scenes of eighth graders in their aimless state that’ll only come off as more relatable. We get too much of Kayla (Eisle Fischer), an…