Nothing is more gut-wrenching than tears falling from the googly eye of a personified mollusk shell. In 89 minutes of runtime the audience is taken on a small scale adventure much like the videogame franchise Katamari-Domacy. In Katamari, the player takes small objects placed in a room and rolls around to become bigger and bigger, eventually capable of collecting trees, homes, buildings, and more. It makes you see the world as a collection of things within your grasp, all you…
Tár the film, much like it’s maestro of the same name, are drenched and shivering in the shadows. The maestro flitting between responsibilities with often flippant behavior that lacks empathy, but entangles with the forbidden explorations of love. The film cloaks the silver screen in a pantone of black, masking the images at times in chilling shrouds to mislead the viewer from what’s taking place on screen.
Lydia Tár is exceptionally complex and heralded for her craft. Blanchett plays this…
It wasn’t until about the halfway mark that it clicked: I was watching yet another film about kids and military-grade robots. While this does make an interesting addition in my film streak after finishing the Rebuilds of Evangelion, The Iron Giant doesn’t hold its own, comparatively.
I never watched this when I was little, so maybe this would have been more impactful as a little guy than it does at 31. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy The Iron Giant,…
Closing this saga in a theater with my close friend David, who started my love for this all, just makes sense. As I’ve come to understand this series better (albeit it’s taken me 4 films and several attempts at the anime series to come to this conclusion) I’ve learned that it’s all cyclical. What ends can begin, and what begins can end. This is told in motifs throughout, but is driven home, almost to a bit of a fault, in Thrice…
After viewing, I’ve added the below list as things I will fear in the near future:
Brownies with nuts
Awkward dinner conversations
My own Grandmother
I prepared for this screening, knowing full well one of my best friends would need me to stay the night with her afterward. Her fear and anxiety turned out fine, mine however... I felt shaken and uneasy for 2 plus hours…
If there isn’t a best actor duel on stage between Dafoe and Pattinson, I’ll eat my fucking shoe.
A fucking joy ride, mates. I ate every second of this up. My boyfriend hated it, but so it is.
A tale of a crusty old prune and a young buck finding his legging as a wickie. What starts as cautionary folklore, transcends to extreme madness at sea. The cinematography dripping in piss and shit; the score booming at every waves’ crash. The best of lines referring to the defecation of rare meat. What isn’t to love? WHAT.