Kevin. 28. Arthouse manager and Barbara Stanwyck slappy. The present day sucks so I live on TCM.
Feeling in a bit of a writing funk lately, so I'm going to keep my thoughts here ultra brief, but I don't want to let the commendable efforts of Vern and Dave to make this modest little Puerto Rican film available to watch with English subtitles go unnoticed by me. Terrific work as always by the fine folks at the collab.
All I have to say is that li'l Cuco is defo going to grow up to have some serious…
Hollow musical remake of The Philadelphia Story can't hold a candle to a match of its source material. Cukor's original film is a miracle of chemistry, and, in the case of High Society, the players are just all wrong for each other. Grace Kelly, who's doing a not-bad Hepburn impression and is the only one of the cast who appears to be having any fun at all, has no spark with any of her suitors, all of whom are simply too old, too dull or too crass for her. My God, though, was she pretty!
I'm from Detroit. I've lived in and around the city for the majority of my life. This movie has nothing to say about this city, the uprising of '67 or, most damningly, what it's like to be black in America. Detroit (the movie) is the cinematic equivalent of Ramsay Bolton from Game of Thrones; it luxuriates interminably in the depths of human depravity without ever arriving at a meaningful conclusion. Maybe the hopelessness I felt watching Detroit was intentional. It…