Amid certain backlash, I write this review with a preface. I am not the target audience for action movies. While I'm open to almost any type of cinema, action movies is a genre that I have trouble ever believing that I'll form a passion for. Even then, I am appreciative of contemporary genre films like The Raid, Crank, The Bourne Ultimatum, and of course Mad Max: Fury Road. I notice the craft that goes into them, but it doesn't make…
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.