I really don’t want to be such a Wes Anderson apologist. I feel like it undermines my credibility as a critical filmgoer to like his movies as much as I do. Especially since he has, especially over the last ten years, become a major draw to so many casual film lovers. Wouldn’t it be better for my cinephile cred to dismiss him as derivative of the nouvelle vague and shift topic to Roman Coppola’s CQ? Trouble is, Anderson’s films connect…
Jimmy Logan, the protagonist of Steven Soderbergh’s Logan Lucky, lives in south-eastern West Virginia, close to his daughter and ex-wife. The action of the film begins when he’s fired from his job at Charlotte Motor Speedway. Somehow, the film doesn’t mention (or doesn’t realize?) that his daily routine includes a 3 hour, 200 mile drive from home to work, and then the same drive again at the end of each work day. Does this matter? Let me put it this…
I’m sure that you, like me, are immediately wondering if Matt Ross’ Captain Fantastic has anything to do with Elton John’s classic album, Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy. The answer, sadly, is no. No dulcet piano ballads, no catchy riffs, no heartfelt autobiographical choruses. However, if you hate Elton John and love self-righteous polemics on mainstream American society dressed up as family drama, then you’re going to love this one.
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Like Ingmar Bergman or Krystof Kieslowski before him, Terence Malick is a filmmaker ambitious enough to deal with the biggest questions imaginable. Who are we? Where do we belong? What does it all mean? These manner of questions are limp in the hands of a lesser artist, but Malick rightly earns his place among the greats by handling such subjects in thoughtful, emotional depth, with his trademark kinetic flow – always moving, always shifting. This ephemeral, floating visual approach is…