I'm well aware that simply having 1000 listed movies on my Letterboxd profile doesn't exactly mean that I've seen 1000 feature-length films (the irony that this, my 1000th movie log and 400th review log, falls on a 7-minute short film, is not lost on me). But I did think that this milestone could be a good time for me to interrogate my love of movies (and finally start paying for a Pro membership).
This actually isn't my first Letterboxd account.…
More campy, uneven, and weird than Romero’s previous two zombie outings, but a stunning third-act turnaround (complete with some of the most gruesome zombie attacks in the series) makes it a deeply satisfying experience. The cast is spotty, and stage setting takes longer than ever here, but the zombie theories that get tinkered with during this time are fascinating, helping to set up an incredibly unexpected emotional centerpiece. There are more valleys than peaks here, but the peaks are really something to behold.
Something really frustrated me about this movie that I couldn’t put my finger on — I think it had to do with the pacing. Regardless, I kept thinking about how hard it must have been to make a movie like this/about this subject. Found the strangest details harrowing (like the digital distortion from its hearing implants) and the impact of certain moments didn’t really hit me until after the movie turned off. I wish it made me feel more during its…
- “I know I’m poor.”
- “I don’t care about that, Chicó! But if you at least had a degree!”
- “I’m a PhD in hidden sciences, dramatic philosophy, dogmatic biology, charlatanic perversion, electronic astrology.”
the first half of this film is a slapstick masterpiece, like an adult, live-action version of Looney Tunes or Emperor’s New Groove with religious undertones. the entire cast is colorful, magnetic, and impossible to hate, and familiar tropes are turned on their head brilliantly. and THEN the religious undertones…
Whose idea was it to call this a thriller? There’s not a single thrill to be found here — instead, get ready for Charlie Kaufman bitching about how much everyone and everything sucks in spades, plus a constant barrage of quasi-highbrow cinematic and literary references. Like buying a ticket to a rollercoaster only to find out it stays flat on the ground and goes straight ahead at five miles an hour; a legendary disappointment.