“I find the world a bitter and complicated place, and it seems to feel the same way about me.”
This has immediately been certified as a new yearly tradition holiday viewing.
Alexander Payne has expressed issues with people describing The Holdovers as a “cozy” film, but I think in doing so he’s misinterpreting what people mean by that. Cozy doesn’t mean saccharine or schmaltzy. This film is certainly not that. Beyond the inherently cozy nature of the story’s setting in…
Best movie of the year, hands down. Of the last several, even.
An absolutely gripping two and a half hours, taking a simple concept and luring us into a labyrinthine maze of the mind with no pomp, no flash, no pizzazz. Simply the all too rare privilege these days of watching a masterful script brought to life by razor-sharp performances and a remarkably precise director conducting her orchestra.
French trials seem absolutely nuts — they’re out here reading passages from…
New 4K restoration from Fun City Editions, bringing this remarkable little thriller back into circulation. Says more about the way we fetishize firearms in America and give easy access to the ones most dangerous with them than just about anything else made in the four decades since its release. Tony Garnett masterfully utilizes exploitation tropes to craft this scathing indictment of toxic masculinity and gun culture.
Even before the central sexual assault, there’s such a seedy disgust watching Larry worming…
First section is okay, just not particularly fresh or insightful. “Rich people are evil narcissistic idiots” — yeah bro, I know. And?
Second section is just this rinsed and repeated, followed up by an excruciatingly long gross-out comedy sequence that‘s about as sharp and tactful as I had come to expect after the low-hanging fruit we got leading up to it.
Third section is one of the most interminable slogs I’ve seen in a while. A man completely running out…
Barry Keoghan for sure got a bacterial infection from licking that bathtub drain.
Anyway, this just gets worse the longer it’s sitting with me. Emerald Fennell really exudes the energy of someone who has never thought about her privilege for a second in her life. Her movies are all tumblr-bait fake progressive nonsense with flashy surfaces and subject matter designed to provoke but are secretly loaded with her massive blindspots that end up reading as toxic garbage the second you start to probe into them for two seconds
