Pratt's character is fun, but the movie is just kinda there. Salient result is I want to rewatch Seven Samurai.
I'm sick of Paul Greengrass. Female characters are either good and dead, or alive and untrustworthy. Action scenes don't track because they have more cuts than a goddamn diced onion. Story is airless, empty apologia for libertarian tech boys who are just held back by the system, man. Greengrass took Doug Liman's vision of Jason Bourne, a brainwashed killer who gets a second chance at being tender, loving and human, and turned him into a scowling man-baby who can only…
I saw When Marnie Was There this morning. By evening I was on my way to the theater to see it again. That's a first for me.
It wasn't just that my local cinema provided both dubbed and subtitled screenings. Sure, I wanted to see both versions. But more than that, I wanted to return to the world of this movie because it stirred some deep nerve cluster that connected my childhood to my adulthood. That's a quality that I've…
Around the age of 14, I had an experience that changed how I felt about film.
I was sitting on the floor of my room, staring at the large tree that obscured my window. The lights were off and I was sulking — who can remember why. But this ordinary teenage activity was mixed with real depression, something a lot more pernicious.
At that time I didn’t have many healthy outlets for my problems. The ones I did have were…