It is time.
Enjoy my latest entry in the SSIACCU (Spencer Steeby in a cubicle cinematic universe)
For as many sequences of elaborate setup and payoff or meticulously written miscommunication as we get, there are just as many moments where Hepburn or Grant will just randomly eat shit, and it’s just as great. Hawkes said “A good movie is three good scenes and no bad scenes,” but I’d like to put forward a different conclusion from his work here, that a good movie is when you put the two sexiest people alive on screen together and make one dangerously horny for the other at all times. Having a leopard around helps, but it’s not necessary for the formula.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Probably the best movie to ever pull a “oh this guy we never took the time to meet like we did the other characters is suddenly part of the team, can’t wait to— okay he’s dead.” Not because it necessarily pulls it off better than any other culprit, but because everything else is so fucking harrowing you don’t even care.