“I believe you were chosen because your family's love for each other is so pure. I know you've been through a lot, and people haven't been fair to you.”
Inhabiting this quiet juxtaposition between an apocalyptic Funny Games and all the rage of this past week’s zeitgeist — i.e.: the much debated “bury your gays” third episode of The Last of Us —, it’s a tiny miracle that Shyamalan for once doesn’t go overboard with an outlandish revelation, settling merely for a story that stretches the…
“If I die in this uniform, I’m a hero to somebody.”
I wouldn’t have expected any different from a guy named Elegance, but dear, isn’t this a most elegant movie about the least elegant of circumstances and experiences — but it’s about dignity, after all, and that’s a concept that’ll ring true to any audience member with an open heart.
We see ourselves on the silver screen sometimes; and having come from a military family — to the extent that…
I’ve seen a lot of brilliant stuff on film, but that zoom-in that basically tells “well, we’d have loved to do this on Russian, but some dumbfucks don’t like reading subtitles, so, we’re signing off from our intentions with this awkward transition” was… oh my God.
I really feel like highlighting that I decided to binge the entire series this Sunday just because I’m in love with Ben Aldridge, and now I am also in love with Andrew Scott, and frankly this is one of the best things to have ever happened in Television, and I can’t wait to see PWB slapping in the new Indiana, she deserves everything and we do not deserve her
“All you need is to want it.”
A plot built around wishing upon, with no material threat... I get why some would regard Wonder Woman 1984 as lazy. On my end, I just find it to be one rare beautiful tentpole, on how innocence can quickly turn into ignorance, and the price one pays for that.
Patty Jenkins really built something here. Ultra-reminiscent of the blockbusters of the era it’s set in, when some dumb idea could become the most massive of…
I’m a rare beast, I say Michael Bay’s an auteur all the time, but that I don’t like his art; and then today that shit came out to bite me.
My boys, what a perfect marriage of every high-octane masterpiece set in LA and the dumbest exaggerations a man in love with explosions could ever come up with. I’m awestruck at the audacity. There’s Speed in there, Heat, T2, it has it all; but then as soon as this thing starts,…
