child of julianne moore’s review published on Letterboxd:
"There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing, or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing... Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes! The danger must be growing, for the rowers keep on rowing; and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing."
what an insane, beautiful, poetic movie.
in many ways, it's nothing like the johnny depp remake, the writing is genuinely so damn good. every single joke works, even if it's nonsensical - it makes it funnier because of the added surrealism.
i just love the satire, and the hints of psychotic under wonkas actions. he's a fucking psycho.
other than the fantastic writing, the set designs are also really dreamlike. especially for the 70s. that and the cast is really perfect, they're all exactly what i imagine the book would look like.
the songs are great too, despite their off beat melodies and cryptic lyrics, they work.
"Violet! You’re turning violet, violet!"
violet is so misunderstood and underrated, she's my favourite of them all honestly. she never did anything wrong in all her life! and there's a hint of girlboss™ in veruca although she is insufferable.
fuck uncle joe, all hot people hate uncle joe.
the oompa loompas are fucking terrifying.