Milla Jovovich and Alita stan.
Sam Levinson you fucking hack fraud. LEGO is a brand. They make bricks, sets, and minifigs (that’s lingo for minifigures). When describing them as a collective noun, the plural is simply LEGO.
“That’s a cool LEGO collection”.
“I love building LEGO sets”.
“Sorry, Lord. LEGO is too expensive to buy regularly. You can only get your favorite toy ever once a year on fucking Christmas”.
I understand the overwhelming urge to say “legos”. I used to be in that position…
“He built all of me. Except my core, that’s mine.”
“And did you tell her who you built that body for?”
“This body… it has the power I need. I feel a connection to it I can’t explain. This could be who I am.”
“Your core was designed to interface with this type of body.”
“And that’s why I will never unite you with this body”
“It’s the adaptive technology of the Berserker body. The shell is reconfiguring to her…
When translating noir to the realm of the future, Scott loses my favorite aspect of the genre: the fact that the shadows mean something. I’ve never seen so many amazing production choices undercut by lackluster directorial ones. Scott’s camera feels allergic to curiosity, charm, horror, and tragedy. Allergic to play and dynamics. There’s no poetry and the scenes don’t work. For as pretty as these pictures are, I don’t see any reason for them to be moving.
Sofia Coppola you fucking weirdo.
I was really looking forward to this.
Lost In Translation takes a look at a blossoming love affair between 2 Americans isolated in Japan. My problem with this is that I found the depiction of Japan and of Japanese people by the film to be, how do I say, dogshit. Like half of the film's runtime is Bill Murray making fun of the fact that the Japanese people don't have perfect English pronunciation while completely…