If it don't have Cary Grant, it ain't no good.
Last time I watched and reviewed this film, I gave it a 1/5. Not sure what that was about...
Two things still stand from that review though. Mike Brady is out here selling 1950s split level homes as business architecture and he's telling Michael McKean to take a hike. I like both of these things.
Furthermore, I'm just absolutely puzzled by this film. I can't tell if it's somehow the perfect American satire or if I've just gone off the rails and am giving the film too much credit.
Loneliness epitomized on film. From lively pubs and parties to dimly lit, trashed covered streets, Taipei Story shows the sadness of finding identity in a world so rapidly developing.
The static shots amongst doppelganger highrises and bustling cityscapes holds us captive to the level of alienation caused by expansion. We see those left behind, those who adapt, and those who are simply stuck (and will ultimately fizzle out chasing a success that doesn't exist for everyone).
Yang once again captures a series of complex emotions combined with existential crisis and packages it beautifully in the city of Taipei.
JUMP SCARE, JUMP SCARE, JUMP SCARE! PLEASE LET THESE MONSTERS TAKE ME BEFORE I HAVE TO ENDURE ANOTHER FUCKING JUMP SCARE!
A Quiet Place is begging to be awarded the top spot for most lackluster horror film of late. This film drags from boring to absolutely corny and insulting. It shows moments of melodrama and asking its viewers to suspend disbelief enough to not nitpick the fuck out of the awful and frankly absurd decisions this family makes time and…