oh, right. nothing matters.
This is the funniest film I’ve seen in as long as I can remember. It strikes an excellent balance of silliness, absurdity and the lowbrow combined with brilliant satire while being tinged with sweetness and poignancy.
Excellent performances all around.
This will be added to the physical collection.
The most apt metaphor for The Holdovers is a perfectly made oatmeal cookie. Superficially, it’s an oatmeal cookie. There’s nothing new. It’s not super sexy. It’s been done before with similar ingredients.
Then you take a bite.
It’s the perfect mixture of salt, sugar and spice. It’s just the right amount to chew on. There’s the perfect crispness at the edges. You realize you haven’t had a really well made oatmeal cookie in so long. You wonder why there aren’t more…
1974. A time when some police were hate filled and violent toward those that didn’t look like them/share their values and corporations were using questionable means to maximize profits after said means were stamped ‘safe’ by the government only to find these methods were not only dangerous but presented a major threat to the world.
It warms my heart to know we’ve come so far in only 50 years.
This is in desperate need of an edit. Wonderful story. Great cast. Solid creature design. Dreadful script.
About 1/3 of the way in I just kept dreaming of the film this could have been…A minimalist approach of nothing but inevitable dread…a dreamlike surrealist take with a ship at sea with swirling colors accompanying every sunset and a contemplation of the night to come…a truly grisly and bloody affair that really emphasized the animalism and monstrous nature that merely hinted
This is the story of a child with a misshapen skull and alopecia who suffers from religious delusions. His fervor affects the girl who loves him; she stands by and supports him until it is clear that she may lose important moments of her life by abiding his zealotry.
Ultimately, the futility of his religious faith is made readily apparent and is demonstrated to all until he is left cold and shivering on the ground surrounded by autumnal gourds. His…
The copy wasn’t great and there were at least five (FIVE!!!) commercial breaks on Frevee (which I’ll never use again) that hampered my viewing experience.
The first hour is pretty darn sluggish outside of a few outsized performances; But the last half hour has some fun saturated lighting, some goopy practical effects and is just strange enough to be interesting.
I don’t recommend rushing to see it but for fans of late 80s schlock there’re worse ways to spend 90 minutes. Just stay away from Frevee.
At least it’s better than Scream 6