I’m not a Bob Dylan fan so watching this felt like half a good concert movie and half an in-joke that I wasn’t privy to.
The trailer made it look like Ari Aster was just going to be straight-up jacking The Wicker Man, but I went along to see this anyway, hoping he'd do something interesting with it.
Not only did he not do anything interesting, it turns out he was straight-up jacking the Nicolas Cage version of The Wicker Man.
Here's my prediction: Ari Aster is gonna have a Shyamalan-like critical reckoning in the next ten years that's gonna make film Twitter finally sick up their shroom-drinks and realise Aster is a goddamn charlatan.
I fucking LOVE this film. It's my ultimate comfort film.
There's a bit, a plot point, where Mary McDonnell was pretending to be hooked up with Stephen Tobolowsky on a computer date to get his office access card and his voice print and stuff and she gets stung. Except they make it look like she's not stung. And then, being a pro grifter, she goes "This is the last computer date I go on" and Ben Kingsley mafia-hacker goes…
If you were to draw a venn diagram of three of my favourite films — Rocky, Full Metal Jacket and The Social Network — right in the middle you’d find Whiplash. In the same way that Jaws isn’t really a film about a shark, this isn’t really a film about drumming. It’s a film about obsession. It’s a film about drive and being driven. It’s a film about sacrifice.
There’s so much to like about this film. The performances from…