musings on movies.
"Favorite Films" the last four favorites I watched.
A lot of comparisons to this and Jordan Peele's Nope, but I think Jaws was a much clearer reference point for the budding filmmaker than Spielberg's populist stargazer. The entire film is essentially in service of its climax, which doesn't necessarily hold up or hit as hard all these years later.
I got home after a long day of artisanal hot dogs and watching fireworks from Venice rooftops, my memories of the day already fading into the night like the cannabis and gunsmoke. This was the only movie I could think to put on, and just like that we got a panic on our hands on the fourth of July. Classic.
Did Scorsese just cash a blank check from Netflix to make perhaps the most viciously poignant anti-gangster film to grace the silver screen? A glorious achievement if so, but the film feels anything but glorious. It’s long but never feels languid until its second half, when a funny feeling starts to settle in and take effect. This isn’t quite a Scorsese gangster flick, is it?
There’s no stylized violence, no mob hits in slo-mo, no Rolling Stones blaring over the sound…