I love films. I think listing them is kinda silly, but I do enjoy the bragging rights.
- I'm in love with this brilliant, brilliant score. The way it weaves and whines reflecting Bella's journey from this unsettling Born Sexy Yesterday trope to an articulate woman with agency
- physical comedy from the cast so many strange and funny moments--there's like this shot of Dafoe's character burping out a singularly large bubble
- the weirdly placed Tarantino-ish zooms that enhances the comedy even further-- my favorite zoom being "She was touching my hairy business!"
For me, this film wasn't one to show new things, especially about a subject that's been depicted on screen multitude of times. I'd even argue that it's conventional in its own arthouse-y ways--it's almost nothing we haven't seen before on screen. As excellent as the sound design was and it was marvelous, the demonstration of literal hell that's happening just beyond their backyard while they all have tea borders on the ridiculous. How could these ppl not notice or be…
You know, all I would like is a picture that's worthy of August Wilson's words.
For all the packed in monologues that were screamed and acted to an inch of their poor lives, this was such a uneventful blah. Remember how Spike Lee made that Brooklyn heat come alive in Do The Right Thing? Well, in this, the heat was implied by dousing everyone in sweat and almost nothing else; it was just a hot day apparently and has nothing…
There's something so satisfying about this movie, every time I watch it. Is it the impeccable craft? or the throwback? or the imperfect yet passionate acting? or the dynamic and sparkling script? Maybe it's all of that.
I love any picture that portrays pigs as being equally violent and morally corrupt as the supposed bad guys they chase. This felt so fresh because it perfectly executed the whole throwback-with-a-modern-twist thing that some films try so hard to be. Despite the…