First time watching. Been suggesting it to roommate for a while, First line of movie is lady spelling “QUARANTINE.” I run around the room.
Other than that, incredible movie. Love it all!
Had this exact product been directed by someone else I might have liked the mess, but it feels wrong from Spielberg. Something is just not right about him being on Jim Henson Zelda fantasy island sets. I think his strength is bringing that sort of fantasy wonder to non-fantastical, which is why the most striking moment of this movie for me was Peter seeing Wendy on the stairs of his old home.
It also just feels a bit messy, the wrong type of confident. Though, some moments did sweep me up, and Thudball was inspired.
Greatest, largest most personal movie spectacle ever made. An inimitable epic lauded below other cinema only
because of our culture’s deep misunderstanding of movie musicals.
Movies should really be musicals most of the time. We’re just so campy about them as a culture that it’s almost always embarrassing. How is there no other movie musical that even approaches this sort of existential grief? Why aren’t musicals allowed to be 2001? Why did our timeline lead to Frozen 2’s only? If…
In this time of Covid (DANGEROUS VIRUS) I have daydreamed about watching Steven Spielberg movies, without watching any of them. I preferred when watching movies was a voluntary act, and not enforced by tragic, government-induced boredom. But just thinking about Steven Spielberg movies has made me feel better. In reverting back to never-leaving-my-room life, I’ve skipped over my awful early twenties and reverted to my twelve year old bad-haircut brother’s hand me down basketball shows mind. More video games, more…
Understand why it would perform well as a relief at a film festival, but did not play for me at home. Conceit is fun, but I would’ve rather someone explained it to me in a few minutes. Then I could’ve response “Ah, cool,” and moved on with life. Bright spot is I had a good time goofing on the stock music score. Made myself laugh 😌
I vaguely remember catching some episode
of “at the movies” where Roger Ebert give this movie a thumbs up. It’s one of my first memories of someone effusing about a movie, pretty bizarre but it is. So, I watched it, finally, to honor him and his legacy.
He was wrong! It absolutely sucks!
Tremendous, meaningful nonsense. No one else can get me teary from one weird sentence. David Byrne’s surrealism never gives into self important witticisms a la Terry Gilliam’s. Surrealism often leaves people feeling like they don’t have an invitation, but David Byrne’s brand is inclusive, always focusing on feelings before intellectuality. That’s why the wacko-tacko Talking Heads didn’t get lost in their generation, and everyone I know listens to them with the same fervor as 1984. The same goes for this…