Ricardo Darín leisurely dunking a croissant into his latte and devouring it while watching his car getting towed away to the tune of Aire Libre is joyously hilarious cinematic perfection and the purest distillation of why I love this fucking film so much.
I forgot how tightly wound this film is. Fucking phenomenal suspense, Fincher in total visual control of the medium. Foster and Whitaker are great presences on screen making their current absence from leading roles all the more confounding.
Howard Shore's score, similar to Se7en's, perfectly complements a dark and uncaring urban landscape that is both claustrophobic and utterly detached.
Unique, strange, distant, cold, High Life is a hard film to pin down. It's beautifully made and Robert Pattinson gives a fantastically subdued physical performance but its divisiveness will certainly keep people at arm's length.
I'm still mulling it over, on the whole I really enjoyed it but wish the characters were fleshed out a bit more. Will certainly be rewatching it.
I wanted to like this and as is to be expected from Mike Flanagan it's not terribly made. However, Doctor Sleep's entire conceit to appeal to the audience is to jarringly force us to buy its connection to The Shining. In its attempt to do this while simultaneously telling the bonkers story of its source material, it feels tonally at odds with itself.
Rebecca Ferguson's top hat donning gypsy, Rose befit with an inconsistent Irish brogue is so out of…