"Superhero movies are no longer events. They're routine, as expected as the sun rising and setting, and considerably less beguiling because their narrative and box-office formulas, unlike a literal force of nature, hold little room for surprise. There's too much money at stake. There are too many on-screen personalities and off-screen demographics to placate. Prepare for sabotage by alt-right dudebros or death by woke think piece, and sink into the social media cacophony of shouts and murmurs, sound and fury—all…
"We know that, once we arrive at “Frame 24,” an end will come: the cessation of a movie, the close of a career. How do you sum up a life? Especially when it’s your own." On the late, great Abbas Kiarostami's final feature 24 Frames, for Reverse Shot.
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Tarkin Dead with Chris Hardwick
It's interesting to discover your moral thresholds. In an oft-referenced review of Gillo Pontecorvo's Kapò (1960), Jacques Rivette takes issue with a tracking shot that glides over the freshly deceased body of a character played by Emmanuelle Riva. Writes Rivette: "The man who decides, at that moment, to have a dolly in to tilt up at the body, while taking care to precisely note the hand raised in the angle…
A sober man's study of an intoxicated one. Makes me want to prop Michael Bay in front of it, Clockwork Orange-style, and shout "This is how you do satire!" at deafening decibels. Truthfully, the peanut-brain would probably get off on it…which is how you do satire. Let the morons expose themselves, even as the viewers who fancy they're above it all (myself definitely included) quietly acknowledge the pleasure inherent—per George Carlin—in having gotten a ticket to the freak show. ("One…