Johnny? Who’s Johnny? I don’t know a Johnny
It isn’t my fault my brain just seems to shut down whenever Joan Crawford is on the screen
There’s some confusion when it comes to actual human motivation for a lot of the characters, but on the whole very enjoyable and a lot nastier than I was expecting, definitely in a good way
Plus it did literally make me tear up, so I’m not sure what else one could ask for
you know, chemistry between actors really is important. I can tell that Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn really are genuinely in love, and it's very nice to see.
It's a goddamn shame, then, that they're both trapped in this fucking mess of a movie, that, once it's built up a strong and interesting female character, decides that there's nothing better to do than twist her until she's a fucking shrieking caricature of her former self, and then humiliate her until…
I Just....Wanna B Humphrey Bogart.
But seriously, there are a lot of reasons I could come up with to say this is flawed, chiefly among them Sam Spade’s relation to women and existence, as well as the let’s-be-honest-this-isn’t-even-subtext connotations of the Bad Three Dudes. But honestly I don’t care about any of that because I loved this
Antonin Artaud, Fernando Arrabal and Jose Mojica Marins request the honor of your presence at an art exhibition in an abandoned building downtown somewhere, 7 PM August 11, 2015.
For madmen only.
Late arrivals will not be admitted. Bring your own drugs and any survival gear you have access to.
Esto no es un reventon cualquiera!
The 'experimental' content of this is clumsily theorized, by someone with a minimal understanding of existing film theory, and the only way this worked for me was as a satirical portrait of a late-teen 4changoon, playing at InCel misogyny and fascism, who's convinced his commonplace ideas are the very hottest hotshit.
The experience of watching it? Like seeing an adaptation of Breton's Nadja, made by someone whose intention was to make the tiredest thing on the face of the planet.…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A major disappointment. I was a huge Edgar Wright fan. I loved all his prior work. But I can't abide this film. It feels like Disney tried to make a Michael Mann movie with all the problematic-ness that that entails. It feels like a film made by people who drive on the right side of the road when they play GTA. Everything is so pompous and phony and safe with the story being completely divorced from any kind of reality.…
(Sung to the tune of "The Book of Love" by The Magnetic Fields)
The Book of Henry is long and boring
Nothing can save this damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for killing
But I, I wonder how this came to be
And you, you tell me they'll make anything
The Book of Henry has plot twists in it
I'm sure you'll guess where they come from
Most of them are coincidental