This was not how my afternoon was supposed to go. My plan was to finally get into the Halloween spirit and watch a scary movie. Okay, it was actually Lars von Trier's Europa, but still. I feel like this Halloween season has been underwhelming for me. After watching the trailer for Europa, I eventually realized "Nah, I'm not in the mood for a WWII art film" and went with the latest movie from Gillian Robespierre and Jenny Slate. I am…
How could anyone want to watch this after Jodorowsky's Dune? Seriously.
Speaking as Twin Peaks has put me on a serious David Lynch kick this year, I felt the need to finally see this controversial movie that Lynch disowned and has formed a cult following. I admit that as I age, I don't like inherently bad movies as much. I tend to judge movies more on intent and ambition now, and even then I can't stand up for this movie…
When approaching an older musical (or film for that matter), it's hard to not just fall into the "Yes, But." Category. To appreciate classic cinema is to overlook various ideals that have since become dated and look embarrassing. There's art beneath these ideas and to tear away the issues is to remove the artist's intentions. Recently, I watched Carousel, which was such an offensive attempt to turn a sexist male into a compassionate protagonist (his big revelation? Coming back to…
I saw it at an advanced screening (supposedly "the first audience"). I was chosen to be part of the focus group after and when asked whether the film was Excellent, Very Good, or Good, I put down Good. When the curator asked us to raise our hands for these individual selections, I was the only one who raised his hand for Good, making me the lowest rated person there.
It was quite an experience because the issue with Good is that you take no fault in it, yet there isn't anything to praise either, which made me being singled out all the more interesting.