Film criticism is dead.
I’m not a particularly big fan of Ron Howard, and after Hillbilly Elegy I may never return to his world, but damn if I haven’t watched Da Vinci Code at least 6 or 7 times now. Dan Brown writes like his audience is in 7th grade, Tom Hanks is bland, half the run time is exposition dumps, the score is cloying and the story is nonsense. And yet I find it all entirely rewatch-able and entertaining. I like all the…
If this was any less ludicrous it would've been horrible.
Fortunately Emmerich just says "Fuck It" and invests every bonkers bone in his body to the alter of absurdity. I can't 100% say I "liked" this, but I can say the audacity of it was compelling. It's hard not to be impressed by Directors that just go completely in on a concept and never retreat.
It sounded amazing.
I wish there was something else to say about it, but but I'm stuck in a hyperbole loop and want to get out.
A good weekend to you all.
There was something refreshing and sincere about this production.
It’s 10 hours blissfully free of sarcasm, snark and cleverness. There is no Ryan Reynolds or Will Ferrell. No Superheroes. No over-processed CGI, car chases, or endless streams of gun fire.
There is drama and death, but it’s never exploitive. There are no good guys and bad guys, just people trying to stay alive and make connections.
There is love, loss, and loneliness, but not in ways you expect. It doesn’t define anyone. People overcome.
There was no attempt to sell me anything.
I doubt there will be a season 2.
Arts are respected.
I loved it.
What a frustratingly precise commentary on the cultural divide in this country right now. Ostensibly about a xmas light fetish, but really about Individualism vs Community, Faux Religion vs Secularism, and all the other idealogical trappings we read about daily in the US.
That this Sociopathic Clark Griswald could make me empathize with a Home Owners Association speaks to the level of contempt I have for him and what he represents.
The most horrific part of this documentary is the lack of a conclusion. Which feels disturbingly accurate.
Framing this in a classic xmas special vernacular is effective and creepy.
When two tribes go to war.