So that room Jacqueline rents pretty much takes Marie Kondo's Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up to its inevitable conclusion.
I can completely understand why this movie is lauded but it is not for me.
Here's some thoughts I had while watching this film:
- Wow, donkeys are real furry when they are young.
- So is that the sick girl? Is she dead? Wouldn't they be more upset if she was dead?
- So everyone's grown up now and there's the whip. And there's the donkey.
- Oh, they're hitting the donkey. I wonder how they filmed that.
Satisfyingly stupid and not offensively so. The first half-hour was "oh, they're in this?" on repeat.
Biggest complaint was that the line "Busy night at the Artemis," is repeated numerous times, and all the rooms are supposedly full, but we only get to see 3 or 4 residents. Oddly makes the movie feel like a play.
Also, Jenny Slate's character (oh, she's in this?) basically exists only for the purpose of providing exposition for Foster's character. She deserves better.
Wish I got more Hampton. The 10-second archival clip of Hampton speaking at the end of the film was a true 'holy shit' moment. I forgot he was so goddamned young.
Lots of great moments. Dodges some deep cover tropes -- revealing only after the fact that O'Neal was wired up during a confrontation with Hampton thankfully removes the cliché of 'oh no, will his cover be blown?' from the equation. Distractions like that are unnecessary with a compelling enough…
Yes, it plays like a Public Service Announcement for Middle America ca. 1967, but it is a beautifully acted Public Service Announcement.
No, it hasn't dated that well, but when Tracy gives the speech at the end, and there's Katherine Hepburn looking on, eyes overflowing with tears, knowing that this will be Tracy's last moment on screen ... well it's one of those moments where the weight of what was happening outside the movie was greater than what was going on in the movie.
And I'm not ashamed to admit, it kind of wrecked me.