I could watch this every day.
She snapped—but, like, in a bad way?
OTOH, it's intriguing to me that this film never comes up in the erotic thriller conversation. Elizabeth Hurley rubbing ice over her nipples in the context of a historical cosplay murder mystery is, in one sense, not exactly my idea of erotic, but I know for a fact that it works for other people, so what gives?
I like this movie quite a bit, but why do people keep lying about it?
It’s clear that the problem with this movie is that Bradley Cooper—lead actor, director, co-writer, co-producer—has pushed himself so far into its center that he doesn’t seem to realize he’s not actually supposed to be its star. Buddy, you’re pretty much here to be a tragedy—not even a heroic fuckup, really, but a painful liability. And so many of the film’s other perceived flaws—anti-popness, especially—proceed…
Some of the critiques of this movie have prompted me to give some thought to why we accept and dutifully seek out nuance in Eastwood and Spielberg's aesthetic and ideological conservatism but consistently dock women and POC filmmakers for not living up to some radical ideal we dreamed up to reject our classical forefathers.
Yes, it is a movie mired in and pitched to a distinctly conservative attitude — just like the nation the movie is about, and undoubtedly for…