Everything from the music to DiCaprio's tortured brow felt about 1000x more intense than I expected it to be, but overall, Shutter Island was intriguing despite its faults. I'd watch it again, if only to see if that twist was the only reason the movie kept me glued to my seat.
I watched this today for the second time with my mother, and found myself going huh? far too many times for my liking, because I remembered absolutely loving The Philadelphia Story the first time around. I still do have some qualms with the idea that Tracy is to blame for taking a stand against her ex-husband's alcoholism and her father's extramarital affair, but perhaps that's exactly the point... forgiveness as an essential virtue of the true woman and all that…
The inevitable has occurred: I've watched a hugely popular and acclaimed film and come away scratching my head, wondering what on earth is so special about it. But don't revoke my Letterboxd membership just yet: do me the favor of hearing me out first.
Dr Strangelove is obviously a sacred cow in film circles, and I can see why. It's often hilarious, sometimes visually striking, and full of excellent performances and dialogue. It's a funny film about a thoroughly unfunny…
“Someday this war’s gonna end.”
Chills. When that serene green landscape with those beautiful palm trees and the curling yellow fumes bursts into flame, when the beat drops and that voice begins to sing this is the end, I felt chills run up and down my spine. This was going to be something great. I could feel it in my bones.
What do you get when you give a brilliant, hubristic mind the freedom to make whatever the fuck he…