I'll spend weeks pondering over the significance of Whoopi Goldberg talking about her jumbo tampons.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Céline Sciamma makes such sensitive, empathetic films and they really are a joy to watch. Zoé Héran is perfect as Mickaël/Laure, the little sister is maybe the most adorable film character I've ever seen, everything is pitch perfect... until the final minute.
I'm feeling a real need - for speed, but also - to discuss that ending with someone, because its meaning is up for interpretation, I'm sure. My personal read of the film up to that point was Laure/Mickaël…
Two words are curiously absent for the majority of Vikram Gandhi's Barry. Those words are 'Barack' and 'Obama'. In this year's other college-age presidential biopic, Southside With You, those words hang over the heads of the characters in every scene and therein lies the reason why the former is a considerably better film. Whereas SWY is a story about the two people who grew up to be President and First Lady, Barry is about a young man of mixed race…
You know how during the final scene of Whiplash, you got that feeling as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest? Well that's pretty much how I felt for the whole of Mad Max: Fury Road.
We'll start with the positives, and there are quite a few of them. On the whole, the film looks fantastic. The practical stunts are just as awesome as they were in The Road Warrior, and even most of the CGI…