We open, more or less, on a mongoose fighting a snake in a cage fight. Jose, a young boy, gets in trouble for breaking his grandmother's, Ma Tine's, bowl. In his free time, Jose teaches the local boat driver, Carmen, the alphabet.
The community squabbles about the poor wages being paid to them by their overlords. One of the old men in the community, Medouze, tells Jose some riddles.
The children of the village find themselves in awe of finding…
It's Sunday morning and I'm having coffee in bed, but I'm all out of Swedish wood strawberries.
Denmark. A father and son from Sweden have arrived on a boat. No one want's to help them: "The kid is too young." "Go back to Sweden." But, after all, "You shouldn't say yes to just anything."
Pelle and his father, Lasse, abruptly say yes to working on a farm. They are given a fly-ridden room. Pelle meets Rud, the bastard child of…
Muscular, but mostly gaunt. It sounds good and looks yellow. The voiceover can border on cringe. A less ambitious Fight Club with fewer ideas. An imposter Michael Mann film without the actual cool. Fincher leaning into most of his worst impulses. Mostly a bummer, but it can at least hold your attention for two hours.
Cultural disaster tourism.
A thoroughly woke-washed look at a late-nineties music festival comes down, predictably, to a rash of conservative ideas masquerading as the new liberal ideals.
Naked women immediately get compared to Girls Gone Wild, as if the left have completely forgotten that they once stood for sexual liberation.
A throng of people getting riled up at a rock-and-roll show dog whistle for January the 6th with the documentary very much implying that every white person at this show…