Not my favorite Romero. Too many paper thin characters yelling back and forth, not enough crazies. All the interesting parts of this are better addressed in his Dead movies, particilarly Day of the Dead when it comes to all this military buffoonery.
An ode to love and how far we'll go for it. So tender and so aching in every detail, tugging at heartstrings and pleading for help. The cruelty they face isn't a sudden burst of shock value (see: that scene in Widows), this is just their lives the way it is, the way it's always been. But when that gorgeous score swells, when they look at each other with an affection and excitement so strong that love just doesn't seem to cover it, you believe that everything will be alright. Whether that's true or not, the belief is what carries you through.
It's bad enough to be a messy jumble of blunt gross messaging and misogynist ideas, but it's even worse to present them with so much gorgeous cinematography and perfect acting that I keep looking for reasons to like it that never appear.
I don't know much about Tom Ford outside of his fragrance line, and I didn't see his first movie, but he pretty clearly has some problems with women that he needs to get worked out. Nocturnal…
This is a movie about the ways that men treat women. The "Obvious Misogynist" considers women as a tool for him to control and fuck at his leisure. The "Nice Guy" wants to be a friend and liberator to women, but that interest comes and goes proportional to how much he wants to have sex with them. No matter how similar in intellect and skill we prove ourselves to be, they believe it is up to them to determine our worth, our freedom, even our personhood.
Fuck them. Rock on, Ava.