David Lynch has spent his whole career trying to convince people that his work isn’t built on moral or political grounds, but is almost entirely a manifestation of his id. This is largely ignored by critics and fans, who, after seeing movies that operate with such a perfectly encrypted view of our world, assume that there must be a key to unlock them. It’s fun to search (in vain) for the passage in Laura’s Diary that bridges…
Harris Savides was one of the few DPs capable of mimicking—and possibly even improving upon—the Bela Tarr visual/compositional model. And I didn't even mind Matt Damon in this! I still don't think he's capable of fully disappearing into a role, but his performance wasn't an outright distraction like it usually is (probably because he's only being asked here to walk slowly and shoot the breeze with a guy that he's known since he was a kid). Nicely done, Matt.
Breathtaking feature. Johnson at his whodunnit-loving best.
-Lakeith Stanfield calls Daniel Craig “hoss” no fewer than 40 times.
-Jamie Lee Curtis won’t stop looking into the camera and mouthing “I was in Halloween.”
-Not a single knife.
-Michael Shannon punching Chris Evans in the mouth.
-Michael Shannon punching Dode in the mouth.
-Michael Shannon punching me in the mouth (3D screening).
-It’s actually a prequel to Brick? This didn’t really land tbh.