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This, Murder On The Orient Express, and Bad Times at the El Royale are like the holy trinity of soulless corporate cash cow mystery movies attempting to disguise themselves as artwork. They imitate established filmmakers and trends in film, and put together an expensive cast full of familiar faces. It was hard to watch as the movie’s best resources (imo), Lakeith Stanfield and Michael Shannon, did pretty much nothing. Stanfield, in particular, was given such a blank slate of a role.…
Me before watching Skins: Woah Quinn recommended me an avant garde Spanish film. I prolly won’t like it cause it seems like it’s for pretentious art girls and “Woah that’s deeep” art boys.
Me after watching Skins: Woah that’s deeep! This is why I love cinema. I considered this maybe dethroning The Lobster as my favorite movie. It didn’t but like whoa 😳 I really loved it.
Idk maybe it’s not as good as I think it is but this to me was fucking magnificent.