In many ways, this felt like a visual imagining of Queen’s Wikipedia page: too surface level for me to find any connection with, beyond my genuine connection with the music and the true story behind the band. The writing was therefore what ultimately prevented the film from being decent and, absurdly, the Oscar-winning editing was pretty clunky and often distractingly so.
Rami Malek was amazing as always, however. Aside from the music itself, I feel that any enjoyment I had watching this film was likely just a byproduct of his performance.
Beautiful cinematography, music, and scenery that all came together nicely; this is clearly the work of a highly skilled director. It genuinely made me want to go to Italy ASAP, to have been born a millionaire, and... those are unfortunately the only things I got out of Call Me By Your Name.
I realise I’m in a very slim minority with this opinion, that would likely see me roped in with the worst kinds of people, but I couldn’t get…
One could easily be forgiven for having difficulty in giving The Irishman the time of day. Clocking in at three and a half hours long, the type of film-making on display here is, in many ways, a relic of a bygone era. Most people seek movies that they can give somewhere between 1% and 50% of their attention to (allowing them to give the other 50%-99% to their phones) and a film is only considered to be good if it…