Me in a Craig Robinson falsetto: “There’s got to be a morning after.”
Always interesting when DeNiro takes a swing at comedy. He usually feels misplaced. That can be an asset or a detriment. Here it’s an asset as he sounds like a person dragged from another world into this world, and he’s desperately seeking a way out, which he hopes will come if he delivers Charles Grodin for a fat bounty.
This buddy-action-comedy works in fits and starts: mostly through DeNiro and Grodin’s lively banter. But it can often sag when they’re…
Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness was just… ok. A great Sam Raimi gothic horror flick is lurking underneath the crushing weight of over calibrated MCU world building. But it only pokes through in fits, giving the film a nauseating quality in its rapid tonal shifting.
The performances are also lacking: Elizabeth Olsen, for instance, just didn’t work for me, and the story made me hate the events in WandaVision even more. I don’t think this movie, on an…
The most insufferable film, maybe, ever? Andrew Garfield goes big, but that doesn’t mean he’s particularly good. Black people aren’t properly lit. Lin-Manuel Miranda lacks the visual language of a filmmaker (very odd and repetitive compositions. Even weirder editing choices). In general: I had very little patience for Larson. This film creaks under the obnoxious, and misplaced importance of the all-consumed creative, particularly, the white creative, the only kind of creative who’s allowed to carry themselves like Larson does. That’s…