Cute! Delightful! A perfect steaming service movie (meant only with a tiny bit of derision).
Hard to think of a movie more in my wheelhouse than Hustle. About ten minutes into this, I came to the realization this would be a movie I would be tearing up in. And it turned out to be a lot more than that.
Hustle is basically a romantic comedy masquerading as an underdog sports film. It pays loving tribute to both genres - be it the Rocky stair sequence or an airport reconciliation that is cut abruptly short -…
Is this the first instance on film of a white guy figuring out what privilege is? Outside of a chilling musical sequence set in a church towards the end and Veronica Lake's excellent disaffection, there's not a lot to love here. The tonal shifts in Sullivan's Travels are a little disorienting and make its' attempts to explore poverty in America seem disingenuous. Ultimately, the movie itself mirrors the failings of its protagonist where sometimes it's just better to stick to comedy.
I was vaguely aware of Pink Flamingos' reputation. A dirty film. An exercise in perversion. A cult-like following of "Midnite Movie" watchers who could lean into the hippy, draggy camp like a kind of X-Rated Rocky Horror Picture Show. There's something intriguing about the films that capture communities of people off the well-beaten paths of blockbusters or Oscar-bait. Films that are transgressive enough to define new sub-genres and maintain their reputations nearly 50 years after their release.