Magical and melancholic, with profound existential ruminations on the nature of knowing and seeing all, versus being able to take pleasures in the small details, like a cup of coffee. Time is spent showing us both sides but ultimately being human, even with the heartache, hurt and disappointment of our state has to win out because there is love, always love.
Berlin is shot in heavenly fashion by Wenders, the monochrome and lighting are stunning in this restoration. A city…
Second watch, first time on the big screen. And as impressive as Frankenheimer's direction and James Wong Howe's cinematography were when I first saw it on the small screen, it is magnified and amplified to gorgeously impressive levels on the canvas of the cinema screen. The close-ups in particular create an intense claustrophobia which reinforces the notion of no escape from your destiny. And the final scene is a portrait of terror that has rarely been bettered, with a fantastic Rock Hudson performance that sells it completely.
Truly horrifying, magnificently shot and acted with total commitment. Set in the early 20th century but an allegory for the world today, this more than proves that Gareth Evans is just a great action director. I would love to see this on the canvas of a cinema screen but will have to make do with Netflix for now.
The polite but nervous energy of Norman Bates crossed with the relentless drive of Travis Bickle is what you get from Jake Gyllenhaal's Lou Bloom, a sociopath for the new millennium.
Less a critique of modern day TV news, more a character study, as you see Bloom begin the film with petty crime before stumbling on an opportunity to gather footage of crime and accidents for a cable news channel. Bill Paxton's Joe, a competitor for this footage uses the…
2015 is all over for action films now that the smartest, most breathtaking and completely batshit cray-cray movie has arrived in cinemas.
Go see it on the biggest fuckoff screen you can find and revel in a film that grabs you by the scruff of the neck then tosses you around like a washing machine on meth. That it avoids the rampant misogyny that normally characterises this genre is a welcome bonus - so much so that Furious Furiosa might…
