Oh, baby. This is the Spider-Man film I've been waiting for. From the first moments to the last, it's perfection. Miles Morales just became my new favorite Spider-Man.
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I always go back and forth on whether I like this film or not, but rewatching it, I really found myself captivated by the characters and, in particular, Tommy's journey into isolation.
I don't think I'd classify this as a gangster genre film, even though that's its subject. It's not really a crime story either. It's really a character piece about a character whose motivations are always hidden, and half the time seemingly even from himself.
Sonnenfeld's cinematography and Burwell's score are standouts in this film. Production design, casting, direction -- all spot-on.
Ergh. (That's for you, Chris.)
What happened here? Ridley Scott. Cormac McCarthy. A ridiculously talented cast. A ridiculously talented crew.
I love McCarthy's books and 2 of his movie adaptations. Maybe I should blame him for a nonsensical, overly talky story? There were so many monologues, I actually began hoping someone would finally say, "Oh, you caught me monologuing!"
There were a few great scenes, but those paired with the rest didn't add up to a cohesive story. Not to…