The first movie that helped me to appreciate closer to the true extent of the horror that is war. To think that the weapons of mass destruction have only gotten worse and even more dehumanizing angers and grieves me.
Better than any music documentary I've ever seen. I see why this added heat to the #OscarsSoWhite outcry. Stellar performances across the board. Always amazed at how they find similar looking actors who then convince me that they are the actual people resurrected.
And the legendary music. The fiery riots of Compton, the frenzied audiences of the NWA tour, and the NWA/Ruthless rivalry. It almost feels like I had jumped into a time machine and gone back a decade and half to witness this very critical part of American history. Just amazing.
As someone who read the book, I had my own preconceived notions of what Nick and Amy would look like or what Amy's diary voice would sound like. Though my version of Amy was a bit more shrill (yes, shrewlike) with a more constant state of narrowed eyes, Rosamund Pike brought a more subtle (and better, I admit) version to life that captivated me from the get-go. I mainly remember Pike as virtue personified in her role as Jane Bennet…
I remember reading an article about the border tunnels that disappear within a week's time. This puts a graver tint to the little I remember from that article. Damn you drugs.
Heavy subject matter aside, Sicario has to be one of the most visually pleasing of cartel movies. The clean lines and beautifully rendered nightscapes were unexpected delights for a type of movie that normally only promises gangbusting "free weapons" colored by a patriotic grit that cannot be bothered with…