On christian holidays, I thank God for sending A24 to hold down the fort of this gen of cinema’s middle class (budgets in the ones and tens of millions). Without it, we would not have this here WMAF the movie, or Minari.
You can always tell when a director defers to image, a choice that film schools teach us is strong and deliberate on its face, because they can’t write the scene. The result of skipping the hard talks in…
James Gray’s absolute peak form brought way way down by a loathsome, embarassingly To Kill A Mockingbird ending and its infantilized, symbolic Black character Johnny.
This had the overwhelmingly white Cannes audience in tears.
This will be raved now, and only later be seen by a certain some as not having aged well. The rest of us will say we’ve told you so.