You ever pick up a New Yorker magazine during a long summer and thumb through the articles, scanning finely-written stories that feel like an echo from a pre-digital time?
Well, this is the movie for you. In classic storybook-esque fashion, Wes Anderson spins together a series of vignettes ostentatiously set in (his version of) France/Paris/Godard movies through an American lens. We see Lea Seydoux and Guillermo del Toro have a battle of artistic wits in a prison, follow an excruciatingly…
A heart-warming mother-son adventure for the whole family!
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So, 37 years after David Lynch's flopped attempt, we have a new Dune. And boy it's a doozy. Imagine the challenge of adapting Frank Herbert's immensely complicated and multi-layered work to the big screen. Of fitting in every single thing that makes it thrum like the sci-fi epic it is. The question is, does Denis Villeneuve - the fanboy's favorite filmmaker - succeed?
Well – yeah! First off, Dune…
It's a brave and commendable choice to make a war epic about the Indonesian National Revolution (1945-49), a dark chapter in Dutch history, which isn't often talked about because it brings up so much shame and embarrassment for the Dutch.
That being said, this movie squanders its potential. It's beautifully shot on location and charmingly attempts to paint its Dutch soldier characters as morally complex. But its morally upstanding main character is a snoozefest (seriously, so boring - Martijn Lakemeijer…
