My favourite part was when Vijay killed a six year old girl and suddenly the over-stylised title screen stating BEAST in silver-blue letters came up. That was some seriously comedic unaware editing.
My least favourite part was everything else.
I hated the animation style and I hated Benedict Cumberbatch’s Grinch. Also this film has made me feel very old and has triggered a midlife crisis fml
If you're going to use anachronistic music then go all out with it instead of the weird mix of medieval-sounding music and Queen they went with (although this may be my inner Baz Luhrmann fan jumping out).
The love story also felt a little iffy to me. Ledger's knight was nice as a dude overwrought with ambition to change his social standing but I'm not a fan of grouchy personas when it comes to love stories and his relationship with…
It had been a long time since I met a movie this aggressively stupid/smug/annoying. I'd rather slam my head into a wall than get another recommendation from the dude who recommended this film to me.
Can't help but feel like Ianucci tried to do too many things at once, a black comedy using the backdrop of Stalinism demands you walk on a fine line and Ianucci stumbles on the wrong side one too many times. Sure there were funny bits like the opening scene which work on their absurdity, and bits of verbal and physical comedy that sparkle, but there's an underlying current of misogyny and "dudebroism" that stops the film from being as incisive…
I forced my mates to watch this with me for my birthday (the joys of being in lockdown) and was pleasantly surprised. What If is a pleasant little rom-com with charming performances from Radcliffe and Kazan. There's nice subversions of romantic tropes and legitimately funny moments and legitimately romantic moments. At points it felt like a modern day When Harry Met Sally except without a grating misogynist Billy Crystal taking up the runtime. There was just a little something missing…
The Edge of Seventeen was such a frustrating watch for me. It was funny and snarky and cutting in all the ways I like and Hailee Steinfeld gives a beautiful realised performance. At the same time, I felt like the whole film suffered from its poor understanding of mental health and had problematic undertones, and it just irritated me more and more as the film went on.
Nadine is depressed. And I felt like the film approached this in a…
Propaganda that never hides that it is cheesy propaganda, Ip Man will always be victorious and thus there's never any inherent tension in the fight scenes as well-choreographed they might be. The woodenness of everyone involved suffocates any emotion that might have been drawn out from such obvious setpieces.
This is the equivalent of eating a tub of cheap ice cream when you're lactose intolerant. It's nice as first but nearing the end, you're aware of how saccharinely sweet everything is and that you might have made a mistake committing to this for such a long period of time. And who could really take Aamir Khan seriously as a freshman?