Initial thoughts can be found here and here. Third viewing, but this time in theaters, so now I can officially share Karina's momentous response from Vivre Sa Vie. Having seen the Voices of Light version (and heard snippets from Gregory and Utley), I was struck by this uncommon arrangement of Albonini's Adagio in G Minor. A sorrowful dirge if there ever was one and it's powerfully used. (Only the sequence where Joan is pressured into signing the abjuration letter has…
Since I'm indifferent on The Devil Is a Woman, this was always gonna be a steep hill to overcome. There's enough of Buñuel's perversity to deviate as a remake (nor does his approach even resemble von Sternberg's), but the boneheaded subject matter is kept intact. "The problem is attempting to pass off a story of romantic flagellation as a cheeky romp", I wrote then, so you could easily just click on the above link and translate that here. In comes…
Most casual viewers would recall John Hughes' coming-of-age misfits, the raunchier shtick in Porky's, or those hangout vibes in Fast Times. On a more pungent note, there stood a revengeful, satirically anti-suicide black comedy which subverted American teen society with its cynical eyes. This movie is hilariously nasty, ahead of its time and still relevant. Oh, right, and I get some sadistic smirk as liquid drainer is misled to be a hangover cure!
Nowadays, it brings a realization on how…
Mark Wahlberg: Get off my property! You need a warrant!
Federal Agent: MY FACE... IS MY WARRANT.
Not sure if you filmed enough low-angle shots of buff bodies, Bay.
Sound and fury signifies fuck all once again.
Literally 50 minutes of third-act city destruction in Beijing.
Corporation-y, government something something, serious talk from non-entity people.
Sunsets, explosions and leggy women.
More of the same except this time I somehow had to switch off buttons I never knew existed.