Scorsese: 'This guy is a fantastic actor, let's give him a huge role and plenty of dialogues, he's gonna be fucking great at it.'

Leo: *delivers the performance of a lifetime*

Academy: 'Nah, he shouts and swears too much and besides, snuffing cocaine out of the butt of a hooker isn't quite the definition of ethical, is it?'

*Along comes The Revenant*

Academy: 'YES! He's fucking fantastic at not being able to talk, let's give him an Oscar for it.'…

It's been quite a while since a movie has affected me so much that I would start crying several times throughout and NOT because the director conceived of relatable characters, made me feel sorry for them or just generally guided my emotions towards the melodramatic BUT BECAUSE each and every scene was cinematic perfection and called forth reactions so visceral I even got scared a few times that something this strong that has nothing to do with conscious thought could…

Douglas Sirk made just the most genuine movies. He was the master of depicting human relationships and love in the purest form. He didn't moralize, nor did he analyze. Instead, he portrayed. But that portrayal was worth a hundred times more than the most explicit philosophical analysis. He painted his characters with their thousand different hues and colors and delved into his their innermost self, setting free theretofore concealed feelings and calling forth emotions buried deep under their conscious mind.…