Ratings are just how much I like a movie, with 2.5 being probably enough to rewatch.
In the snow covered valleys of Utah, high on a horse and with a singular mission is a mute gunslinger who's known only as Silence. Thus begins one of the most exemplary films in the Spaghetti Western genre, and one of the most moving character studies I've seen to date.
Shot in the icy depths of the Dolemites we watch Loco and Silence wage all out long, bloody war on each other in a classic good versus evil motif. We…
When all the shots are fired and the fields run red with blood before burning, who is tasked with carrying our souls away from the Earth? When our bones are washed and our bodies buried for the second time, who will tell the stories? When we visit our grandchildren in dreams and remind them of ancient grievances and prophecy, who will heed our warning?
By honing in on a microcosm of the Colombian drug trade, Guerra and Gallego create space…
In a world where every woman knows someone who's been raped but seemingly no man knows a rapist, Hollywood seems obsessed with studying and breaking down the psyche of this "mythical" violent man. While A Clockwork Orange is a very good film pulled from an excellent source material, what I believe precludes it from being a masterpiece is the myopic and graphic way in which women are used to further the psychological development of the protagonist.
The Holy Mountain is nothing like I expected. For starters, it's much more narrative than I anticipated, and while its laden with very striking visuals and metaphors I wouldn't call it surreal as much as avant-garde. None of this matters really, that's just to say that I think there's some misconceptions on how fleshed out and comprehensible this movie seems to be. It's prose, not poetry. And in this way I think it sets a high bar for other avant-garde…