"...and now, your host for this evening, the Rolling Stones."
I gotta say, this is one of the most pleasurable viewing experiences I've had this year and in several years, taking my time over the course of the past week to watch the doc in full. is it tv? is it a movie? it feels plenty cinematic, both in its slowness and its grandiosity.
I came into this indifferent to the Beatles, if not Beatles-skeptic. (anyone who knows me in…
feels genuinely epic in terms of scope and score, brilliantly shot, has all the little practical effects I love from movies of this era: plasticky jewels, tubs of goop, giant snake, mud, dry ice vapor, all of that good shit. basically when a movie starts with a sword being forged I know it will be the type of thing I’m into. only docked a star because I wish I watched it stoned tbh
riveting and nasty, lush and lurid. movie is about what happens with most comedians. loved this!
I think you can chalk this up with The Truth and Battle of the Sexes and Lion as mid-tier awards season movies that hit at the exact right moment in my menstrual cycle where I'm on the verge of tears for basically the entire runtime in a way that is totally out of my control... I more or less loved this but can I be trusted? who can say!
the strength of memoir is usually in the specifics, if not…
my last Malick!!! I meant to go thru his filmography much quicker at the start of the year but I got sidetracked and distracted and was worried this would be too similar to To The Wonder and I didn't want to end on a sour note. thankfully, this is blissfully weirder - Jason Clarke?? Cherry Jones???? JOE MANGANIELLO????? - despite being "about" one of the worst and overused plots of all time. Malick makes contemporary Hollywood look completely gorgeous and…
as a reluctant Steven Knight expert (jk), I feel qualified to say this has all the trappings of the weaker seasons of Peaky Blinders, which is to say both overstuffed and restrained, clunky dialogue, ghosts, ghouls, creaky staircases and cold fields. I like that show a lot though, even when it is terrible, which means I ought to be predisposed to enjoy this but I was more bored than not.
Spencer soars in its technicals, Timothy Spall ate, and Stewart…