Jules Dassin's 1950s Noir thriller is set in Paris and right from the outset, we are transported into this dark world of "hoods" where loveable rogues and femme fatales dance, drink smoke and plot cunning plans to rob jewelers and banks.
The film centres around Tony, Jo and Mario who plot to commit the perfect crime. The first and third acts are the human, emotional elements where we see families, lost lovers, loneliness and regret. This, in turn, explains why…
I re-watched this with my youngest. She is 10, sure it's rated R but only because of the language, and she hears worse everyday at school. (Not to mention from her mother, but I won't go there) To no surprise, she really liked it, she was excited when she recognized Hans as being Snape. I had to explain a few 80's references to her, but overall it still stands up as one of the best action films of all time.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
There is no denying it, death is a bitch. And for those left behind grief hurts like hell. When coupled with a guilt fuelled self-flagellation, the constant companions of anguish and despair can be suffocating and intractable. Manchester by the Sea is like a beautiful expanse of ocean. At times the steady motion of its waves are mesmerising and almost serene. But underneath the surface rages thunderous forces of emotion, sometimes agitating the surface with explosive force but mostly subdued,…
Revisiting Brooklyn was such a perfect experience and I am beyond happy to bump it up to five stars.
Brooklyn is magical. I have such a hard time describing why I feel the way I do about certain films. So to convey why this story captivates me with such intensity seems near-impossible. Every moment is rife with detail - beautiful and innocent detail. Each gesture, each glance, every shot - it all feels as if it's crafted with nothing but…
A 2-hour long conversation with my heart, with my soul, my spirit, I don't know. There's no better way for me to describe Nights of Cabiria. Absolutely gut-wrenching, because it's exactly what anyone needs in life: the presence of heart to keep seeing beauty in things. Ma La Vita Continua...
I don't think this film would even have been possible were it not for Fellini's and Giulietta Masina's love for each other. A teacher in film school once taught me…
Adapted by playwright August Wilson from his own play, Fences sits strangely comfortably in the nether region between theatre and cinema. It is comfortable in that it is surprisingly satisfied in its stagey pomposity, proudly pronouncing its refusal to let go of its proscenium beginnings. Strange in that its actorly trappings never allow it to be the film it needs to be.
Then, apparently, this was always the aim. Denzel Washington, who directs himself and the bulk of the original…
In one of my many weaker moments, I had forgotten who I really was and thrown myself at this movie with high expectations. With this having forgotten why I hadn't done this years ago. Not that I ever thought that I wouldn't appreciate it (it's right up my alley in more ways than one), but there were three main reasons why I'd hesitated for all these years:
Reason 1: The Cast
There's often no real reason to cast really famous…
Never have I seen such a grossly divided movie; messy at the seams and ready to burst with equal amounts of inspiration and schmaltz. A feature debut by Garth Davis, Lion is an attempt at dual halves built to satisfy a singular whole, but its issue lies in forming an impeccable foundation only to never erect a monument in response. The first half of Lion is, at least at first glance (who knows how it'll fare now that I…
Seen at the Philadelphia Film Festival
Everybody at our screening was crying their eyes out.
I'm over here like
I mean I like my weepies but fuck, man. Kidman and Mara give career worst performances in Lion. It's a damn shame because the movie is really pretty looking and has a good score. Plus Dev Patel is super hot in it. Past the first half where you get a pleasant origin story you receive a shoddily paced and edited second portion where everything nice is downgraded into heart-stabbing desperately cloy shit.
I don't like describing a movie as underrated because it suggests that I think myself as, like, smarter than the people who disliked it or implies at least a kind of "I understand this and the people that dislike it don't" mindset which I truly do not believe or endorse but also I can't help it: this movie is so goddamn underrated.
All joking aside: fuck. This was so good it made me want to cry. Wong Kar-Wai has made some of the sexiest (and most insightful) films about the relationship between love and memory in all of cinema. Every glance, every gesture, every detail is worth a thousand words. You could hang every frame from this on a wall. He's quickly becoming one of my very favorite filmmakers.
A glorious coffee and vodka fuelled dead-pan delight that I was inspired to watch via an interview with Jim Jarmusch in which he was raving about it being one of his favourite films (and oh boy isn't his work heavily influenced by Kaurismäki's!).
How about that record player sound system in the road-trip car hey?
I would watch this again in a heartbeat!