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This film remains incredible. I love how it occupies the liminal space between the poetic and the prosaic with Bob’s journey as someone who is enraptured by American mythology, curdled when it fails to embrace him, and then becomes sadly resigned to reality. It’s a beautiful movie that I’ll go so far as to say is one of the best Westerns ever.
Probably a weird day for the Tweedys.
This remains super cute, and while CG animation has made great strides in the past few decades, it’s difficult to imagine this film being as charming if it wasn’t claymation (and I say that as someone who likes Aardman’s CG efforts). The tactile approach reinforces the chickens’ bits of ingenuity.
Also, it’s interesting that so much of Gibson’s career is defined by violence (characters inflicting and/or receiving), but he’s far more charming as a schemer like here and in Maverick.
Marvel has lost it. Films like Doctor Strange and Iron Man 2 now look like bastions of competence next to stuff like this because as weak as those films are, they still try to have a character arc for their protagonist where the adventure changes his outlook. Everyone in this movie is the same at the end as they are in the beginning. There’s not an ounce of character development or even a challenge to a character’s personality. It is…
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Between this and Hereditary, I’m confident saying I’m not an Ari Aster fan. On a technical level, his skill is undeniable, but it lacks artistry. Everything he does is painfully self-aware and there’s no empathy for his characters. The deaths of family members are exploited and crassly used for shock value with minimal reckoning. He’s made two movies that are ostensibly about unimaginable grief, and yet they both get bogged down in mythological bullshit. By the end, you’re no longer focused on the protagonist because of some threatening cultish other. Spare me.