Say what you want about the films of Paul W.S. Anderson, but you cannot deny one thing: that guy really loves his wife.
I’m kicking myself for wasting a rare Sunday movie outing on John Wick Chapter 2. While I can’t deny that the high craft and artistry involved here puts it near the top of its genre, I’m just too sick and tired of gun culture. Give me a kung fu movie any day, where the fighting is beautiful and balletic. I just can’t turn off my brain and enjoy brutal MMA and/or firearm combat, where the aim is to maim and…
Cormac McCarthy and Ridley Scott were bound to be an odd couple in any case. All the richly composed and poetic dialogue in the world doesn't disguise the fact The Counselor is basically a grimy, scuzzy, sleazy, feel-bad potboiler.
There is an element of pulp to several of McCarthy's novels, but here it's brought to the forefront. As highly regarded as he is as a literary novelist, his subject matter is still mostly comprised of cowboys, bandits, whores, thieves, madmen,…
A dystopia ruled by three corporate fiefdoms: petrochemicals, munitions, and Aqua-Cola. A diseased and starving population terrorized by a religious army motivated by martyrdom. A decadent ruling class reliant upon the subjugation of women. Environmental collapse. Car culture run amok.
It must be escapist summer blockbuster season! In case I sound too snarky, let me be clear: I checked my pacifism at the door and loved it. More visionary lunatic filmmakers should get multimillion dollar budgets.
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