RN, unreliable narrator
HOOPTOBER OCHO #13/31
Criteria: POC (3/3)
A rewatch is definitely in order over the next few years but this is one of those movies that I’ll admit to not actively enjoying as much as how I appreciate the artistry of it and prefer to admire it from a distance like a majestic tiger or whatever.
My viewing of Personal Problems earlier this year prepared me for this film’s artsy, experimental, unapologetically low budget sensibilities and what’s definitely some…
HOOPTOBER OCHO #12/31
Criteria: Worst Sequel (1/1), 2000s (4/8 decades)
So this movie’s fucking terrible, it feels like a 90’s made-for-cable-TV teen slasher with the voiceover narration, college plotline and strange choice of music (what added to the experience was the atrocious lyrics in the subtitles lol), I don’t think they show a single kill and the whole thing is just very one-note and unforgivably lazy with the American Psycho bullshit awkwardly tacked on to capitalize on that…
The first portion of this movie plays like a very good, if unspectacular, installment of the 30 for 30 series. The footage is presented really well and the subject matter itself is compelling. Also, it's great to see early footage of players like Lebron, Melo, Wade et al performing at the same level as Cooke. Big Hoop Dreams vibes.
The final third or so of the film--the footage that the Safdies filmed themselves--is pretty incredible. It's like this really sad,…
Virgil pensively hitting his juul as Epstein’s suicide is discussed. Andrew Yang eating a turkey leg. Tulsi being asked about American imperialism. A pig named Border Wall. Nothing but good vibes at the state fair baby
An ominously scored, grotesque slice of sweaty heartland Americana capturing the absurdity of having this kind of horseshit political theater in the middle of a mess of pyramid schemes, nauseating food, and dead industry. About as astute, angry, and funny as anything on the…