Watched at Alamo tonight as a part of their “Queer Film Theory 101” series and had a fuckin blast.
Entertaining, but oddly muddy both in tone and messaging — a complicated story about the zero-sum-game that is the stock market, played as a rags-to-riches triumph. It’s like Gillespie set out to make a David and Goliath story in a world where the Philistines actually win. “Sure, Goliath ultimately went on to be an even bigger giant than ever, but wasn’t it so epic when David hit him with that slingshot?! Next time he won’t underestimate his opponents moments before…
I’ve witnessed the worst film in competition by miles, and its name is MEKTOUB. Like Louis CK’s leaked standup, Kechiche takes every valid complaint lobbed at BLUE IS THE WARMEST COLOR and quadruples down, this time without so much as a pretense of theme. Contemptible, male gazing garbage. Some 75% of the audience walked out during the premiere; those that stayed, I imagine, only did so out of morbid curiosity.
Here’s a summary of the 3.5 hour film: 30 mins…
There is a fantastic 20-30 minute short film buried in here about a hellish captain’s dinner on a luxury cruise. I took a small (<100 people) one to Antarctica just under a year ago, and found so much that rang damningly true to life — in spirit, if not in precise details. (No one in their right mind would design ship dining rooms the way this one does, but that doesn’t make it any less hilarious.)
Unfortunately, Östlund didn’t make…