My name is Deven & I love movies. ✋
“You have had a year to find courage!”
The Green Knight is to the fantasy genre what Blade Runner 2049 is to science-fiction; paced with excruciating patience, visually astounding, and full of philosophical questions that it only barely attempts to answer (which is a good thing!) It’s a surrealist dark fantasy coming-of-age story, presented as a poetic and episodic D&D quest, sparse in dialogue and boasting nonstop dream-like imagery and a hauntingly beautiful score. It asks a lot of…
“Nobody trusts anybody now…. And we’re all very tired. ” — R. J. MacReady
Seriously, give that dog an Oscar!
While all of John Carpenter’s best movies have identifiable themes (nihilism, anti-authoritarianism, paranoia, generational sin, pop culture toxicity, etc. etc.), they’ve always felt a little surface level to me (which Carpenter himself will claim as well.) Where they lack in thematic depth, however, they more than make up for in aesthetic, production, and entertainment value. But I think adding…
“If you think your symptoms are in control, you haven't tried Claridryl™.”
A Lynchian commentary on substance abuse and black box anti-depressants that constructs more intelligent horror in 11 minutes than most movies do in 90-120.
Substance abuse literally takes over your life, occupying more of your physical and mental energies than those who matter the most to you (the empty prescription boxes in the back seat of the van, and the children desperately calling after their mother…
Poorly acted, poorly structured, barely funny, and chock full of incredibly unlikable characters and questionable messages. Tonally it’s all over the place, never deciding if it wants to be a breezy rom-com, girlboss revenge flick, or a courtroom drama(?!). Margaret Cho and Beth Dover are the only ones keeping this from being completely insufferable, but they’re genuinely the only part of this that I even remotely enjoyed.
The joke’s ultimately on me though for watching it all the way through.
In what feels like the apotheosis of the film industry’s unhealthy obsession with intellectual property, Space Jam: A New Legacy essentially amounts to two (2!!!) remarkably dull hours of utterly shameless Warner Bros legacy porn. I truly don’t know if I’ve ever seen a movie that is both this meta and also lacking any kind of genuine self-awareness.
The transparent studio self-aggrandizing — including a particularly infuriating montage of LeBron James and Looney Tunes characters spliced into archival footage from Mad…