“How beautifully dramatic!”
I thought I had seen this film before yet it greets me like a new acquaintance. It’s form fresh, it’s introduction notably unknown, and it embraces me with all the vim and vigour of a best friend yet known. Haven’t we met before?
It all began at Villa Diodati where the thunder crashed and the rain lashed. Mary Shelley regaled her esteemed literary companions with the unofficial continuation…
“What else ought there be?”
The magic has returned to Christmas. This is an visual feast to rival even Saint Stephen’s. Director David Lowry paints in such sumptuous strokes that every frame feel as rich and as vivid as a gothic tapestry or a crumbling codex fringed with azure and emerald. An artefact to behold in wonder.
At first, darkness dominates the tale with every subject struggling for witness against the dying light. Every luminescence a faint whisper between the…
Sequelising Scream is a fool’s errand: You cannot bottle lightning twice. Rarely does a film both capture and define a moment in pop culture. Ghostbusters is much the same. Try as they may, you can never rekindle the magic which made the original so special. And so, it’s even more impressive that Scream achieves this despite being so self-aware in its unoriginality. It’s referential and reverential to the horror classics it homages. It stands on the shoulders of giants. But…
Frankly, my dear, I don’t have an uncle…
…but if I did, I couldn’t ask for more than a wise, gay Paul Bettany 🏳️🌈
OH CRAP! THE BONE BRIGADE JUST DID A BUNCH MORE BAD STUFF! WE’RE GONNA HAVE TO GO TO THE FUTURE SCROOGE!
