We got a nearly 3-hour sequel to Blade Runner 35 years later. And its good. Let that sink in. What kind of fan fiction horseshit reality are we living in?
The greatest thing about this movie is that it has no intentions of holding your hand at all through any part of the narrative. It knows what it thinks is scary and doesn't care if you agree or not. Thankfully, I do agree and It Follows is one of the rare recent horror films that has lingered in my mind long after it ended.
The score. The direction. The confident, spare writing. The ominous yet gorgeous cinematography. This film…
A flawed masterpiece. I'd watch McConaughey try to get back home to a table lamp and that would probably be just as riveting. He's that good. Grand, epic filmmaking that isn't afraid to stumble or trip. The sum is greater than the parts for Interstellar. It went places I wasn't expecting but it also went exactly where I figured it would in the end. And that's okay. Just because something is predictable doesn't mean it's without merit. It's not…