Those has written 11 reviews for films during 2015.

  • Creed



    Blatant emotional manipulation. Hypermasculinity. Sylvester Stallone's acting. Somehow these are all things I loved about this movie.

    Even the film's status as one of those increasingly tiresome franchise-rebooting "legacysequels" ends up being more of a benefit than a hindrance, hitting our nostalgia with a series of precise jabs where most other movies like this try to bludgeon us with wild, desperate haymakers.

    Creed is everything that solid, mainstream crowd-pleasing filmmaking can and should be. Which again sounds like a negative but I swear it's a positive.

  • The Duke of Burgundy

    The Duke of Burgundy


    No, no, you've done it all wrong, movie. You were supposed to be a chilly, abstract aesthetic exercise masquerading as high-class smut, or vice versa. Not a warm, refreshingly honest, frequently hilarious, deeply human story about true love and the communication and compromise necessary to make that love last.

    I mean honestly, how difficult can it be to not construct a lovingly detailed, visually and aurally lush fantasy world whose very specificity and surreality paradoxically highlight how emotionally grounded and…

  • if....



    As is the case in all-time personal favorite The 400 Blows, healthy chunks of this film are ripped wholesale from Jean Vigo's 1933 short "Zero for Conduct." In fact, If.... is often considered a remake of Vigo's film as they share the same basic plot structure. But the earlier film's anarchic sensibilities are mostly playful in nature, a pure celebration of youthful rebellion in the face of repressive authority. Anderson's take on this material is far grimmer and angrier, a…

  • Stalker



    Like The Wizard of Oz but with existential dread instead of flying monkeys. Still not sure which is more terrifying.

  • Johnny Guitar

    Johnny Guitar


    Vienna and Johnny Guitar, the original Imperator Furiosa and Mad Max.

  • Pootie Tang

    Pootie Tang


    What could easily have been a lame blaxploitation Austin Powers is instead a casually subversive, aggressively weird missing link between Robert Downey, Sr. and Adult Swim.

    Cole me down on the panny sty, my main damie.

  • Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)
  • Hard to Be a God

    Hard to Be a God


    I do not recommend seeing this in Smell-O-Vision.

    Seriously, though, this movie is actually a pretty breathtaking achievement in shot composition and production and sound design, all pooling together (not unlike the film's omnipresent layer of viscous human filth) to produce a bizarre waking nightmare every bit as utterly engrossing as it is utterly gross.

  • Valerie and Her Week of Wonders

    Valerie and Her Week of Wonders


    I could not entirely inaccurately describe this as a kind of '60s Czech distaff FLCL, but even that would be vastly understating how fucking weird this movie is.

  • Babo 73

    Babo 73


    Didn't dig my second Robert Downey, Sr. film nearly as much as the great Putney Swope, but there's still a lot to like here. For one thing I'm in awe that something like this even exists, a cool, energetic movie with a distinct comic voice and a clever and consistent visual sensibility made for what looks to be about zero dollars. It's a real kick in the pants and a wake-up call that a lack of resources is no excuse…

  • House



    I came into this expecting glorious batshit insanity and high camp, and it more than delivers on those fronts. What I didn't anticipate was how much of a genuine formal and technical marvel this movie is. Obayashi giddily deploys every kind of practical special effect in the book, and even the moments where the seams show still work beautifully because they fit into the film's whole handmade, live-action cartoon aesthetic. This movie is just so much fun, and so clearly…