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Re: Rate the last movie you've seen
Well I figured I'd wait until the end of the month to post some new reviews, so here it is
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
L'Odyssee (The Odyssey) (link) - bland and by-the-numbers biopic on legendary nature explorer and filmmaker Jacques Cousteau, the type of effigy building that is empty at its core about capturing the personality, also with the sinful ambition of covering as much of his significant lifespan as possible, from the ex-marine turning his diving passion into a business, his fight to manage, expand and maintain public and commercial interest, his marital and familial conflicts (particularly with one of his sons, who gets his own kind of B-story). For a French movie, the style is moreover trying to pander to Hollywood expectations and it's all very 101 in stereotypes and biopic tropes. I guess some of the wildlife shotmaking is good, but even that starts feeling NatGeo-ish, once in synergy with a schmaltz of a movie.
Logan (link) - a no doubt inspired, if still way overdue (considering how much they took their sweet time milking the image of the most iconic of X-Men into one shitty action movie after another) quality Wolverine solo movie, timing it with a proper send-off to Hugh Jackman. The austere superhero build (think you can actually count the full-grown mutants on one hand) and gritty R-rated action offer some liberties in regards to focusing on the story and rising the stakes; both Jackman's Wolvie and Stewart's Xavier are shown in their late, post-glorious, ailing phase, which allows to care more about them; plus the prodigy child character, while kinda sketched to bank on the same magnetic appeal as say Eleven from Stranger Things, has a buddy-up connection with Wolvie that works; the villans are corporate stock, but not annoying etc. etc. So technically there's a lot to like (the story, the meaningful action, the feels), yet I remain agnostic to the fact that one out of 10 capemovies working against the trend of Marvel's factory bland style or DC's spectacle of shooting itself in the face repeatedly is meant to earn instant praise. There's still a whole universe outside this capeuniverse, compared to which Logan, just like Guardians or Deadpool before that, still doesn't quite stack up to or is in any way perfect. The flow of the movie, for instance, is not devoid of predictable, not spectacularly new set pieces and I can't say the use of a "superior Wolverine clone" trope as an element of tension, danger and "underdoggery" blew me away.
Lu bian ye can (Kaili Blues) (link) - not much I can say about this right now, on account of having done a poor watching of it. On surface level, seemed like the kind of lo-fi, plot-light, slow 'n' pensive arthouse, plus I remember having had an impressive 30-minute or so long take. So good chops for a debut, but I just wasn't in an attentive mood that evening.
Notes on Blindness (link) - what could have easily been a biopic or even an interview slash album photos doc is instead a documentary that uses theologian John Hull's audio diaries on his blindness and converts them in recreated scenes using actors. A delicately modeled, stylistically lavish movie, heavy on musings and recollections from which the core message is trying to actively understand your life as an existential mechanism.
Okja (link) - UGH. Bong Joon-ho is an acclaimed director of Korean horror (Mother, The Host), but once he transitioned to English mainstream movies, I still consider him to be struggling in producing a levelheaded work out of his bonker, outlandish ideas. Did not join the hype wagon with the Oldboy meets Orwell meets Matrix pastiche that was Snowpiercer and I feel even worse about this one. In essence, it's meant to be a sharp satire on ecological woes and Western corporations, but the end product is risibly off the wall. Thing is, it could have been an idyllic, funny, exciting and moralizing movie - heck, in small doses, it even is - but it's almost like it went for deliberately retarded instead. Tilda Swinton does an only-for-fanboys role, just like in Snowpiercer and Jake Gyllenhaal puts on the most absurd, imbecilic comedic hat, a role that I think even Rob Schneider would have had the dignity to pass. Also notable that this is the movie that stirred controversy at Cannes over the eligibility of Netflix screenings, but I couldn't care less now considering that its content doesn't hold up to its merits.
Lovesong (link) - as the title suggests, a simple kind of indie vignette in which a young mother (Riley Keough), whose own marriage becomes strained, almost becomes involved in a relationship with her best friend (Jena Malone). Years later, as her friend is getting married, their reuniting also becomes an occasion to reconcile with what could have been or even what might still be between them. Soft-spoken, emotionally charged framing and performances, but ech, nothing particularly special.
Sieranevada (link) - meanwhile on the Romanian front, nothing new, as New Wave eminence Cristi Puiu goes as deep and implacable as always with his hyper-realistic ways, trying to capture for nearly three hours the "nothing-happens-ness" of a family gathering in an apartment to commemorate the recent passing of the protagonist's father. Of course, aside from the technical goals for minimalistic, long-take shotmaking and seamless, incredible montage within a small, crammed space for filming (all achieved with excellence), Puiu's ambition must certainly be to create a fresco of family and human interactions. To us, it hits very much home to see these scenes of randomness, small talk and animosities at a family gathering - for the rest of the world, though, idk; I suppose it could appeal to American fans of Osage County? Anyway, I've dreaded a bit to actually watch this movie - it created, as expected, an even bigger rift between critics who lick it with praise for its utter big-lettered Cinema and those who are fed up with New Wave's incorrigible style and thus mocked it as "three hours of waiting for the pastor to arrive, so the family can have the memorial service and then finally sit down to eat borscht". At Cannes, the reviews were positive, but the jury ultimately went with some laurels towards Mungiu's Graduation, although I think this one is somewhat better. Its screening time did not prove such an issue, the three hours flew by and at times I was genuinely amused or enchanted by this bitter comedy of manners.
Sobache serdtse (Heart of a Dog) (link) - a TV two-part adaptation of one of Bulgakov's novels. As a moderate fan of Bulgakov's anti-bolshevic satirical works (Master and Margaret, Fatal Eggs), I found the style both recognizable and a bit too plainly transposed on screen - though some credit to the acting, to the old movie sense of sepia-tinged visuals and especially to finding a dog who can act depressed.
Split (link) - well then, dare we hope for an "M. Night Shayamalanaissace", as this is his first decent movie in fucking forever? The movie's premise remains wacky and precarious to handle, having "batshit" and "exploitative" written all over it, as James McAvoy plays a man with 23 split personalities who abducts three female teenagers as an offering for an emerging dark, ominous 24th personality. And yet the movie is solid enough, McAvoy carries the movie's difficulty and prevents it from plunging into derision (he doesn't perform all 23 splits, don't worry) and I have to credit Anya Taylor-Joy as well, who follows up her role in The VVitch with the same mix of pure and troubled horror damsel aura. Not bereft of some clunk in its treatment of mental dysfunction or in some flashbacks serving as blunt exposition and has a "tweeeest" that links the movie with a previous Shyamalan (good) oeuvre, but still, well beyond decent - which is saying something, in this case.
T2 Trainspotting (link) - also on the "colour me impressed, this didn't suck" list, Danny Boyle's sequel to his cult, magnificent (at least IMO) 90s movie. Not that the world desperately needed a Trainspotting 2 - then again, there was pre-existing material for this, as Irvine Welsh has a taste for sequels himself (what I'm saying is that this movie adapts his book Porno in some degree). Boyle applies his usual modern-day style, much like you might have seen on Slumdog Millionaire or Trance, especially with the fast-paced dialogue and zappy montage. Not an essential, relevant movie by any movies, but still a nice view on the characters returning 20 years later to muse on their aging life, following their fucked-up teenage days. Some of the slur-heavy, Scot-argotic humor holds up about as hysterically well as on the original, too.
Dunkirk (link) - so bona fide Nolan-esque, it was both going to be hard to disappoint and yet there's room for letting you down a bit. Mainly it's the thing that I'm not sure Nolan can evolve past his incessant, ever-recurring tropes anymore (whether it's his fascination with time, his desire to create smart-mode blockbusters, his orchestral vision and large-scale meticulousness etc.). Somehow the Dunkirk subject was meant to fit like a glove on his approach (plus a chance for him to finally go back to making a bloody British movie), the only unique opportunity being for him to ease up on any Sci-Fi mindfuckery and hamfisted themes such as "love is the driving force of everything" - which he complies with, to the point of sacrificing any deep characterization (the Private-Ryan-esque aim to empathise with your heroes' struggles and goals) for a technically masterful and aptly grandiose depiction of war. So as a symphony of filmic structure, sprinkled with attention to historical fidelity, Dunkirk is a safe accomplishment. Like Jay argued, I'm not sure myself if we needed or not another war movie - I'll add I never went in with the expectation of Nolan delivering the never-seen before, ultimate war movie experience. I'm even less concerned with how Dunkirk stacks up, considering I'm usually sold by Nolan's cinematic wizardry when watching it on the big theatre screen, but then feel gradually worse once time passes and I process it more - same thing happened with Interstellar and nowadays I can no longer rewatch that one with a straight face, tbh. And Dunkirk itself did not end without any penalty either. I for one was slightly irked by the explicit mention of the three timelines' duration - it's not like Nolan cared about that when fucking with our brains in Inception and Interstellar - though I get it that it's grounded in reality (the army was stranded for a week, the civilian boats took a day to carry rescue trips and RAF Spitfires could only carry hour-long missions). Plus, by the time all the themes in this "symphony" converge in the third act, one might well be struck, depending on their acquired knowledge of previous works, by either the familiarity or annoyance of Nolan's frame-swapping non-linearity. Still, this movie is Nolanesque through and through. But it is so both in good and ech ways.
The Bad Batch (link) - alas, I must conclude this briefing, as I conclude my month in movies, with quite a stinker. This is the second movie by Ana Lily Amirpour, who wowed indy audiences with her vampire glossy-shick debut A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (that failed to impress me, however) and now seemingly wanted to flex her "I'd be able to direct a Mad Max sequel" muscles with a dystopian, Texan wasteland gritty story filled with canibals, damaged people and dog-eat-dog surviving skills. At first, the movie wastes little time with exposition or social commntary, lauching us straight into the feral setting and for a good 20 minutes it seems to go unflinchingly brutal and dark. But then it gets bogged down by stuff like introducing a carnaval-like cornucopia community, in which everyone is damaged good and Keanu Reeves plays a spiritual patriarch bullshitter, plus Jim freaking Carrey is a silent wacky roamer - the plot gets erratic and undecided between badland dystopia, Kill Bill-esque revenge story and Stockholm syndrome tinged weird-ass romance; the pacing becomes atrocious; all the performances are unconvincing or forcedly bonkers. It's sad and strange, but this was by far the hardest watch I had to sit through all month.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
L'Odyssee (The Odyssey) (link) - bland and by-the-numbers biopic on legendary nature explorer and filmmaker Jacques Cousteau, the type of effigy building that is empty at its core about capturing the personality, also with the sinful ambition of covering as much of his significant lifespan as possible, from the ex-marine turning his diving passion into a business, his fight to manage, expand and maintain public and commercial interest, his marital and familial conflicts (particularly with one of his sons, who gets his own kind of B-story). For a French movie, the style is moreover trying to pander to Hollywood expectations and it's all very 101 in stereotypes and biopic tropes. I guess some of the wildlife shotmaking is good, but even that starts feeling NatGeo-ish, once in synergy with a schmaltz of a movie.
Logan (link) - a no doubt inspired, if still way overdue (considering how much they took their sweet time milking the image of the most iconic of X-Men into one shitty action movie after another) quality Wolverine solo movie, timing it with a proper send-off to Hugh Jackman. The austere superhero build (think you can actually count the full-grown mutants on one hand) and gritty R-rated action offer some liberties in regards to focusing on the story and rising the stakes; both Jackman's Wolvie and Stewart's Xavier are shown in their late, post-glorious, ailing phase, which allows to care more about them; plus the prodigy child character, while kinda sketched to bank on the same magnetic appeal as say Eleven from Stranger Things, has a buddy-up connection with Wolvie that works; the villans are corporate stock, but not annoying etc. etc. So technically there's a lot to like (the story, the meaningful action, the feels), yet I remain agnostic to the fact that one out of 10 capemovies working against the trend of Marvel's factory bland style or DC's spectacle of shooting itself in the face repeatedly is meant to earn instant praise. There's still a whole universe outside this capeuniverse, compared to which Logan, just like Guardians or Deadpool before that, still doesn't quite stack up to or is in any way perfect. The flow of the movie, for instance, is not devoid of predictable, not spectacularly new set pieces and I can't say the use of a "superior Wolverine clone" trope as an element of tension, danger and "underdoggery" blew me away.
Lu bian ye can (Kaili Blues) (link) - not much I can say about this right now, on account of having done a poor watching of it. On surface level, seemed like the kind of lo-fi, plot-light, slow 'n' pensive arthouse, plus I remember having had an impressive 30-minute or so long take. So good chops for a debut, but I just wasn't in an attentive mood that evening.
Notes on Blindness (link) - what could have easily been a biopic or even an interview slash album photos doc is instead a documentary that uses theologian John Hull's audio diaries on his blindness and converts them in recreated scenes using actors. A delicately modeled, stylistically lavish movie, heavy on musings and recollections from which the core message is trying to actively understand your life as an existential mechanism.
Okja (link) - UGH. Bong Joon-ho is an acclaimed director of Korean horror (Mother, The Host), but once he transitioned to English mainstream movies, I still consider him to be struggling in producing a levelheaded work out of his bonker, outlandish ideas. Did not join the hype wagon with the Oldboy meets Orwell meets Matrix pastiche that was Snowpiercer and I feel even worse about this one. In essence, it's meant to be a sharp satire on ecological woes and Western corporations, but the end product is risibly off the wall. Thing is, it could have been an idyllic, funny, exciting and moralizing movie - heck, in small doses, it even is - but it's almost like it went for deliberately retarded instead. Tilda Swinton does an only-for-fanboys role, just like in Snowpiercer and Jake Gyllenhaal puts on the most absurd, imbecilic comedic hat, a role that I think even Rob Schneider would have had the dignity to pass. Also notable that this is the movie that stirred controversy at Cannes over the eligibility of Netflix screenings, but I couldn't care less now considering that its content doesn't hold up to its merits.
Lovesong (link) - as the title suggests, a simple kind of indie vignette in which a young mother (Riley Keough), whose own marriage becomes strained, almost becomes involved in a relationship with her best friend (Jena Malone). Years later, as her friend is getting married, their reuniting also becomes an occasion to reconcile with what could have been or even what might still be between them. Soft-spoken, emotionally charged framing and performances, but ech, nothing particularly special.
Sieranevada (link) - meanwhile on the Romanian front, nothing new, as New Wave eminence Cristi Puiu goes as deep and implacable as always with his hyper-realistic ways, trying to capture for nearly three hours the "nothing-happens-ness" of a family gathering in an apartment to commemorate the recent passing of the protagonist's father. Of course, aside from the technical goals for minimalistic, long-take shotmaking and seamless, incredible montage within a small, crammed space for filming (all achieved with excellence), Puiu's ambition must certainly be to create a fresco of family and human interactions. To us, it hits very much home to see these scenes of randomness, small talk and animosities at a family gathering - for the rest of the world, though, idk; I suppose it could appeal to American fans of Osage County? Anyway, I've dreaded a bit to actually watch this movie - it created, as expected, an even bigger rift between critics who lick it with praise for its utter big-lettered Cinema and those who are fed up with New Wave's incorrigible style and thus mocked it as "three hours of waiting for the pastor to arrive, so the family can have the memorial service and then finally sit down to eat borscht". At Cannes, the reviews were positive, but the jury ultimately went with some laurels towards Mungiu's Graduation, although I think this one is somewhat better. Its screening time did not prove such an issue, the three hours flew by and at times I was genuinely amused or enchanted by this bitter comedy of manners.
Sobache serdtse (Heart of a Dog) (link) - a TV two-part adaptation of one of Bulgakov's novels. As a moderate fan of Bulgakov's anti-bolshevic satirical works (Master and Margaret, Fatal Eggs), I found the style both recognizable and a bit too plainly transposed on screen - though some credit to the acting, to the old movie sense of sepia-tinged visuals and especially to finding a dog who can act depressed.
Split (link) - well then, dare we hope for an "M. Night Shayamalanaissace", as this is his first decent movie in fucking forever? The movie's premise remains wacky and precarious to handle, having "batshit" and "exploitative" written all over it, as James McAvoy plays a man with 23 split personalities who abducts three female teenagers as an offering for an emerging dark, ominous 24th personality. And yet the movie is solid enough, McAvoy carries the movie's difficulty and prevents it from plunging into derision (he doesn't perform all 23 splits, don't worry) and I have to credit Anya Taylor-Joy as well, who follows up her role in The VVitch with the same mix of pure and troubled horror damsel aura. Not bereft of some clunk in its treatment of mental dysfunction or in some flashbacks serving as blunt exposition and has a "tweeeest" that links the movie with a previous Shyamalan (good) oeuvre, but still, well beyond decent - which is saying something, in this case.
T2 Trainspotting (link) - also on the "colour me impressed, this didn't suck" list, Danny Boyle's sequel to his cult, magnificent (at least IMO) 90s movie. Not that the world desperately needed a Trainspotting 2 - then again, there was pre-existing material for this, as Irvine Welsh has a taste for sequels himself (what I'm saying is that this movie adapts his book Porno in some degree). Boyle applies his usual modern-day style, much like you might have seen on Slumdog Millionaire or Trance, especially with the fast-paced dialogue and zappy montage. Not an essential, relevant movie by any movies, but still a nice view on the characters returning 20 years later to muse on their aging life, following their fucked-up teenage days. Some of the slur-heavy, Scot-argotic humor holds up about as hysterically well as on the original, too.
Dunkirk (link) - so bona fide Nolan-esque, it was both going to be hard to disappoint and yet there's room for letting you down a bit. Mainly it's the thing that I'm not sure Nolan can evolve past his incessant, ever-recurring tropes anymore (whether it's his fascination with time, his desire to create smart-mode blockbusters, his orchestral vision and large-scale meticulousness etc.). Somehow the Dunkirk subject was meant to fit like a glove on his approach (plus a chance for him to finally go back to making a bloody British movie), the only unique opportunity being for him to ease up on any Sci-Fi mindfuckery and hamfisted themes such as "love is the driving force of everything" - which he complies with, to the point of sacrificing any deep characterization (the Private-Ryan-esque aim to empathise with your heroes' struggles and goals) for a technically masterful and aptly grandiose depiction of war. So as a symphony of filmic structure, sprinkled with attention to historical fidelity, Dunkirk is a safe accomplishment. Like Jay argued, I'm not sure myself if we needed or not another war movie - I'll add I never went in with the expectation of Nolan delivering the never-seen before, ultimate war movie experience. I'm even less concerned with how Dunkirk stacks up, considering I'm usually sold by Nolan's cinematic wizardry when watching it on the big theatre screen, but then feel gradually worse once time passes and I process it more - same thing happened with Interstellar and nowadays I can no longer rewatch that one with a straight face, tbh. And Dunkirk itself did not end without any penalty either. I for one was slightly irked by the explicit mention of the three timelines' duration - it's not like Nolan cared about that when fucking with our brains in Inception and Interstellar - though I get it that it's grounded in reality (the army was stranded for a week, the civilian boats took a day to carry rescue trips and RAF Spitfires could only carry hour-long missions). Plus, by the time all the themes in this "symphony" converge in the third act, one might well be struck, depending on their acquired knowledge of previous works, by either the familiarity or annoyance of Nolan's frame-swapping non-linearity. Still, this movie is Nolanesque through and through. But it is so both in good and ech ways.
The Bad Batch (link) - alas, I must conclude this briefing, as I conclude my month in movies, with quite a stinker. This is the second movie by Ana Lily Amirpour, who wowed indy audiences with her vampire glossy-shick debut A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (that failed to impress me, however) and now seemingly wanted to flex her "I'd be able to direct a Mad Max sequel" muscles with a dystopian, Texan wasteland gritty story filled with canibals, damaged people and dog-eat-dog surviving skills. At first, the movie wastes little time with exposition or social commntary, lauching us straight into the feral setting and for a good 20 minutes it seems to go unflinchingly brutal and dark. But then it gets bogged down by stuff like introducing a carnaval-like cornucopia community, in which everyone is damaged good and Keanu Reeves plays a spiritual patriarch bullshitter, plus Jim freaking Carrey is a silent wacky roamer - the plot gets erratic and undecided between badland dystopia, Kill Bill-esque revenge story and Stockholm syndrome tinged weird-ass romance; the pacing becomes atrocious; all the performances are unconvincing or forcedly bonkers. It's sad and strange, but this was by far the hardest watch I had to sit through all month.
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Re: Rate the last movie you've seen
I've recently gotten into Letterboxd and logging films and whatnot. So, I bring you the first installment of a hopefully regular series in which I rate the films I've seen over the course of the week and give a review in ten words or less.
Link to my letterboxd for those interested:
https://letterboxd.com/eddie330/films/diary/
Fallen Angels (1995) by Wong Kar-Wai
★★★½
Chungking sequel. Hit and miss. Astounding cinematography, but less emotion.
Dumbland (2002) by David Lynch
No Rating
Profane, crude, and surreal YouTube animation from before YouTube existed.
Vampire’s Kiss (1988) by Robert Bierman
★★★½
Every time Cage speaks, I laugh. Nothing else noteworthy here.
The Place Beyond the Pines (2012) by Derek Cianfrance
★★½
Ryan Gosling = Great, Bradley Cooper = Alright, Dane DeHaan = Garbage.
Night on Earth (1991) by Jim Jarmusch
★★★★
L.A. > Helsinki > NYC > Rome > Paris. An experience, albeit inconsistent.
Battle Royale (2000) by Kinji Fukasaku
★★★½
Outdoes the premise due to strong characterization. Kitano is excellent.
The Nice Guys (2016) by Shane Black
★★★
Inherent Vice/Lebowski for Dummies. Gosling excels at physical comedy.
Carol (2015) by Todd Haynes
★★★★
Stellar performances/cinematography. A little too subtle. Prefer Haynes' Safe.
Days of Heaven (1978) by Terrence Malick
★★★★
Attempting to climb Malick learning curve. Perfect length, gorgeous visuals.
Barton Fink (1991) by the Coen Brothers
★★★★★ - Rewatch
One of my favorites. Coens do Lynch; absurdity of creating.
Naked (1993) by Mike Leigh
★★★½
Thewlis is magnificent. Everything else is repellant. Should've eliminated characters.
Link to my letterboxd for those interested:
https://letterboxd.com/eddie330/films/diary/
Fallen Angels (1995) by Wong Kar-Wai
★★★½
Chungking sequel. Hit and miss. Astounding cinematography, but less emotion.
Dumbland (2002) by David Lynch
No Rating
Profane, crude, and surreal YouTube animation from before YouTube existed.
Vampire’s Kiss (1988) by Robert Bierman
★★★½
Every time Cage speaks, I laugh. Nothing else noteworthy here.
The Place Beyond the Pines (2012) by Derek Cianfrance
★★½
Ryan Gosling = Great, Bradley Cooper = Alright, Dane DeHaan = Garbage.
Night on Earth (1991) by Jim Jarmusch
★★★★
L.A. > Helsinki > NYC > Rome > Paris. An experience, albeit inconsistent.
Battle Royale (2000) by Kinji Fukasaku
★★★½
Outdoes the premise due to strong characterization. Kitano is excellent.
The Nice Guys (2016) by Shane Black
★★★
Inherent Vice/Lebowski for Dummies. Gosling excels at physical comedy.
Carol (2015) by Todd Haynes
★★★★
Stellar performances/cinematography. A little too subtle. Prefer Haynes' Safe.
Days of Heaven (1978) by Terrence Malick
★★★★
Attempting to climb Malick learning curve. Perfect length, gorgeous visuals.
Barton Fink (1991) by the Coen Brothers
★★★★★ - Rewatch
One of my favorites. Coens do Lynch; absurdity of creating.
Naked (1993) by Mike Leigh
★★★½
Thewlis is magnificent. Everything else is repellant. Should've eliminated characters.
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Re: Rate the last movie you've seen
Carol and Safe have nothing in common. More like Carol and Far from Heaven.
Place Beyond was turd.
Place Beyond was turd.
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Safe is the only other Todd Haynes' film I've seen, so it's my only frame of reference. Despite strong female performances and direction, I agree that there wasn't much commonality between them, which was a little disappointing for me, because of how much Safe sticks in my mind. I plan on revisiting Carol, with different expectations. Some of it is my own personal preference, which isn't really aligned with 50's Douglas-Sirk-type dramas.
Place Beyond had a hell of a premise and structure, just wish the execution wasn't a complete letdown, Ryan Gosling's third excluded. I'd love to see that same idea done well.
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I agree with all of what Rico said RE: Dunkirk. It was exactly what you'd expect from "Christopher Nolan does a WWII film", which is neither great nor bad. I enjoyed its grandiosity, and it was visually and emotionally appealing, but it is not something that must be watched.
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The films I watched this week were all pretty death-obsessed, albeit in very different ways.
Nocturnal Animals (2016) Directed by Tom Ford
★★½
Ford's dialogue sucks. Cast makes a valiant attempt. Dumb fun.
Harold and Maude (1971) Directed by Hal Ashby
★★★★½
Charming goddamn movie. Little too much Stevens. Perfect tone/performances.
Le Samouraï (1967) Directed by Jean-Pierre Melville
★★★½
Style over substance, but what style! The definition of suave.
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Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) Directed by Quentin Tarantino
★★★½
fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun but disposable
Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004) Directed by Quentin Tarantino
★★★
fun fun fun fun fun fun but even more disposable
Amour (2012) Directed by Michael Haneke
★★★★½
Enjoyably felt like I was being suffocated for two hours.
Nocturnal Animals (2016) Directed by Tom Ford
★★½
Ford's dialogue sucks. Cast makes a valiant attempt. Dumb fun.
Harold and Maude (1971) Directed by Hal Ashby
★★★★½
Charming goddamn movie. Little too much Stevens. Perfect tone/performances.
Le Samouraï (1967) Directed by Jean-Pierre Melville
★★★½
Style over substance, but what style! The definition of suave.
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Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) Directed by Quentin Tarantino
★★★½
fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun but disposable
Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004) Directed by Quentin Tarantino
★★★
fun fun fun fun fun fun but even more disposable
Amour (2012) Directed by Michael Haneke
★★★★½
Enjoyably felt like I was being suffocated for two hours.
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These ten-word reviews are getting harder to do, especially with films like the last one on this week's list, meaning that there's some sloppy syntax I've had to employ.
Drive (2011) Directed by Nicolas Winding Refn
★★★
Fun neon-noir until it devolves into barely justified violence.
Cléo from 5 to 7 (1962) Directed by Agnès Varda
★★★★
Creating meaning from minutia, doom from everyday encounters. Empathetic verite.
Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) Directed by David Lynch
★★★★★ - Rewatch with friends who hadn't seen it
HELLGODBABYDAMNNO! I FOUND SOMETHING!
Woman in the Dunes (1964) Directed by Hiroshi Teshigahara
★★★★
Sand's never been scarier. More you dig, more you're trapped.
Strangers on a Train (1951) Directed by Alfred Hitchcock
★★★★
Hitchcock's most darkly playful. Impeccable photography, and Walker is iconic.
Eastern Promises (2007) Directed by David Cronenberg
★★★½
Viggo single-handedly turns this film into a pulpy treat.
Blow Out (1981) Directed by Brian De Palma
★★★
Unfortunately fails to live up to influences, despite stellar ending.
Love Exposure (2008) Directed by Sion Sono
★★★★½
Love/empathy winning over organized religion. Most manic film ever.
Drive (2011) Directed by Nicolas Winding Refn
★★★
Fun neon-noir until it devolves into barely justified violence.
Cléo from 5 to 7 (1962) Directed by Agnès Varda
★★★★
Creating meaning from minutia, doom from everyday encounters. Empathetic verite.
Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) Directed by David Lynch
★★★★★ - Rewatch with friends who hadn't seen it
HELLGODBABYDAMNNO! I FOUND SOMETHING!
Woman in the Dunes (1964) Directed by Hiroshi Teshigahara
★★★★
Sand's never been scarier. More you dig, more you're trapped.
Strangers on a Train (1951) Directed by Alfred Hitchcock
★★★★
Hitchcock's most darkly playful. Impeccable photography, and Walker is iconic.
Eastern Promises (2007) Directed by David Cronenberg
★★★½
Viggo single-handedly turns this film into a pulpy treat.
Blow Out (1981) Directed by Brian De Palma
★★★
Unfortunately fails to live up to influences, despite stellar ending.
Love Exposure (2008) Directed by Sion Sono
★★★★½
Love/empathy winning over organized religion. Most manic film ever.
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I haven't watched any new movies while on holiday.
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Because you griped about me not sharing my thoughts on movies I've been watching in Discord last week.
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Was gonna rant about the Netflix Death Note, but then I suddenly found no energy whatsoever to pursue this in serious fashion. D for dumb. Not a travesty, still dumb.
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Actually, I changed my mind. Get mildly spoiled below only if you've seen it or do not care about seeing it (which is the better mindset of the two, fwiw).
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Actually, I changed my mind. Get mildly spoiled below only if you've seen it or do not care about seeing it (which is the better mindset of the two, fwiw).
Spoiler: show
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I have some thoughts. I'll get to them after I get SF2 Mafia rolling.Ricochet wrote: ↑Fri Aug 25, 2017 5:46 pm Was gonna rant about the Netflix Death Note, but then I suddenly found no energy whatsoever to pursue this in serious fashion. D for dumb. Not a travesty, still dumb.
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Actually, I changed my mind. Get mildly spoiled below only if you've seen it or do not care about seeing it (which is the better mindset of the two, fwiw).
Spoiler: show
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Ricochet wrote: ↑Fri Aug 25, 2017 5:46 pm Was gonna rant about the Netflix Death Note, but then I suddenly found no energy whatsoever to pursue this in serious fashion. D for dumb. Not a travesty, still dumb.
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Actually, I changed my mind. Get mildly spoiled below only if you've seen it or do not care about seeing it (which is the better mindset of the two, fwiw).
Spoiler: show
Spoiler: show
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Well that was me in simple fanboy rant mode more than pertinent criticism, but I can go more in depth, I suppose.Epignosis wrote: ↑Sat Aug 26, 2017 1:37 amRicochet wrote: ↑Fri Aug 25, 2017 5:46 pm Was gonna rant about the Netflix Death Note, but then I suddenly found no energy whatsoever to pursue this in serious fashion. D for dumb. Not a travesty, still dumb.
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Actually, I changed my mind. Get mildly spoiled below only if you've seen it or do not care about seeing it (which is the better mindset of the two, fwiw).
Spoiler: showSpoiler: show
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Well, while at it, I might as well write an update on my last sequence of viewings (sometime after returning from Amsterdam, two weeks ago, till present day), which was mostly... ech, rough.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
War Machine (link) - also of Netflix distribution, something apparently timed as "we haven't had another war satire in a while", although it sure ain't no Dr. Strangelove. It adaptes the nonfiction book The Operators and fictionalizes the activities of former US Army General, ISAF and Afghanistan Forces Commander Stanley McChrystal; Brad Pitt portrays his film version, as a competent General, strong willed and dedicated to taking more decisive steps in gathering more troops and securing victory in the conflict, while also getting carried away by his resolute vision and having his patience tested by the bureaucratic strings necessary to be pulled to gain allied support or wishy-washy stances of other officials. Or... something in that vein. Anyway, problem is the movie is kind of a two-hour uneven slug and whatever satirical effect it aimed for (apart from more or less veiled anti-war criticism and stab at McChrystal's missteps and undoing), it felt neither witty or smirk-inducing enough. Pitt carries the movie with some mimic- and discourse-virtuous acting, while most of the ensemble cast is completely non-descript, save for maybe Ben Kingsley playing a buffoon of an Afghan leader and Tilda Swinton doing a German accent as a meddling reporter. I don't see why this subject couldn't have been approached via a more straightforward documentary, but that's how it is. Entertaining, this was not.
Wiener-Dog (link) - something that must have landed on someone's end-of-year lists, otherwise there'd be no real explanation why I picked this up. Don't remember having watched any of this director's - Todd Solondz - previous stuff, either. The simplest way to summarize it is also the easiest way to make it sound utterly silly, as it's basically about a dachshund ending up with various owners, which establishes the frame for a cycle of vignettes around different people with different woes. The overall tone of the movie is a blend of dark or absurd comedy, indie and mumblecore, dysfunctional drama, stuff that may seem taken at times from a Wes Anderson or Coens' scrapbook, yet I kinda cringed at the whole thing. If you haven't seen Danny DeVito in a while (in movies at least), I guess it may be worth briefly seeing him as a mopey disillusioned writer, but the rest of the ensemble cast (Julie Delpy, Greta Gerwig, Kieran Culkin) has been more frequent on screen and this isn't significant stuff from any of them.
Bad Boy Bubby (link) - what proved the most testing thing to sit through, however, was this Rolf de Heer movie, something I had prepared for my Amsterdam trip but never found the time to watch - I was familiar already with his way more delightful Ten Canoes aboriginal docu-film or docu-drama. This one, however, concerns a 35-year-old manchild, confined by his mother all his life in a small, filthy apartment until circumstances make it that he finally steps outside and, even more audaciously, despite his social inexperience and mentally unstable character, somehow connects with the people he meets and converts them to be in sync with his theatrics. Anyway, while the movie deliberately experimented with the sound design (everything manipulated to seem like it's from the perspective of what the main character is hearing) and switching between dozens of director of photography styles to reference the kaleidoscopic, hectic outside world the character encounters, it's still drenched in so black, scabrous and unpalatable of a humor, visuals and storytelling, it's hard to defend even in the name of ugly aestheticism. I asked a Dutch friend why I found de Heer's movie so atrocious and he simply replied "because it's Dutch".
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (link) - *sigh*... well, they tried at least, I guess? or did they? Thing is, my most prevalent feeling after watching this was that, in a clear attempt to cash in on the first movie's wild, smart success, they tried to stay smart and not botch a sequel out of this recipe - and yet they kinda botched it, anyway, as it feels like an overdose on everything: the quipkino, the mindless galactic adventures, the jukebox cues, the spacenova visuals, the tension-less bulletproof superpowers of the characters. What they did strive and somewhat achieved to do was finding some pace and disposition to outline more character development (it's at least what every critic has been praising, so who am I to disagree) - though even here it's uneven, it's mostly about Starlord or Rocket or Yondu stealing the show at times - while toning down the same Marvellian variation on a "save the world/galaxy" situation and flimsy, unmemorable antagonists (who in turn become either comic relief or aid in a main character's further development). Still, it felt like a cheesy exaggeration of the first movie's swag. The plot could have filled the length of a Star Trek episodic adventure rather than another capekino bucket-of-money-making chapter. I laughed or chuckled zero times. All the Guardians felt like growing into a caricature of themselves.
Keetje (Katie) Tippel (link) - a more agreeable Dutch movie this time, also something prepared for my Amsterdam trip but never watched during it, one of Paul Verhoeven's early movies, though slightly flourishing the touches of explicit, loose style and sleazy drama he'd fully affirm himself with later on (RoboCop, Starship Troopers, Showgirls, Black Book, last year's Elle). The story follows a young woman, relocating to Amsterdam with her poverty-stricken family, after which she's tempted into everything ranging from doing manual labor, prostitution, being the concubine of artists and climbing the social ladder towards couture bourgeoisie. As stated, there's room for some Verhoevean drops of explicit, libertine content, but the overall style is nevertheless solid enough to make for an enjoyable, soapy, syrupy 70s melodrama.
Death Note (link) - and lastly, whether you've read the stuff above in spoilers or not, I'll recap that this, for me, proved an insubstantial and hardly worthwhile adaptation of a cult manga/anime, pinning down some of the original's iconic lore and elements (resorting moreover to cues rather than working with them), while not bothering too much with the deeper ethical and moral themes. There is visual gore that may satisfy the way watching a supercut of Final Destination death scenes might, yet there is little development that sticks and isn't superficial and the story turns into half-nonsensical, painful chaos halfway through. It's a sloppy, low on quality result to validate the pursuit to adapt Death Note into an American version of mope, teenage edge and playing God.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
War Machine (link) - also of Netflix distribution, something apparently timed as "we haven't had another war satire in a while", although it sure ain't no Dr. Strangelove. It adaptes the nonfiction book The Operators and fictionalizes the activities of former US Army General, ISAF and Afghanistan Forces Commander Stanley McChrystal; Brad Pitt portrays his film version, as a competent General, strong willed and dedicated to taking more decisive steps in gathering more troops and securing victory in the conflict, while also getting carried away by his resolute vision and having his patience tested by the bureaucratic strings necessary to be pulled to gain allied support or wishy-washy stances of other officials. Or... something in that vein. Anyway, problem is the movie is kind of a two-hour uneven slug and whatever satirical effect it aimed for (apart from more or less veiled anti-war criticism and stab at McChrystal's missteps and undoing), it felt neither witty or smirk-inducing enough. Pitt carries the movie with some mimic- and discourse-virtuous acting, while most of the ensemble cast is completely non-descript, save for maybe Ben Kingsley playing a buffoon of an Afghan leader and Tilda Swinton doing a German accent as a meddling reporter. I don't see why this subject couldn't have been approached via a more straightforward documentary, but that's how it is. Entertaining, this was not.
Wiener-Dog (link) - something that must have landed on someone's end-of-year lists, otherwise there'd be no real explanation why I picked this up. Don't remember having watched any of this director's - Todd Solondz - previous stuff, either. The simplest way to summarize it is also the easiest way to make it sound utterly silly, as it's basically about a dachshund ending up with various owners, which establishes the frame for a cycle of vignettes around different people with different woes. The overall tone of the movie is a blend of dark or absurd comedy, indie and mumblecore, dysfunctional drama, stuff that may seem taken at times from a Wes Anderson or Coens' scrapbook, yet I kinda cringed at the whole thing. If you haven't seen Danny DeVito in a while (in movies at least), I guess it may be worth briefly seeing him as a mopey disillusioned writer, but the rest of the ensemble cast (Julie Delpy, Greta Gerwig, Kieran Culkin) has been more frequent on screen and this isn't significant stuff from any of them.
Bad Boy Bubby (link) - what proved the most testing thing to sit through, however, was this Rolf de Heer movie, something I had prepared for my Amsterdam trip but never found the time to watch - I was familiar already with his way more delightful Ten Canoes aboriginal docu-film or docu-drama. This one, however, concerns a 35-year-old manchild, confined by his mother all his life in a small, filthy apartment until circumstances make it that he finally steps outside and, even more audaciously, despite his social inexperience and mentally unstable character, somehow connects with the people he meets and converts them to be in sync with his theatrics. Anyway, while the movie deliberately experimented with the sound design (everything manipulated to seem like it's from the perspective of what the main character is hearing) and switching between dozens of director of photography styles to reference the kaleidoscopic, hectic outside world the character encounters, it's still drenched in so black, scabrous and unpalatable of a humor, visuals and storytelling, it's hard to defend even in the name of ugly aestheticism. I asked a Dutch friend why I found de Heer's movie so atrocious and he simply replied "because it's Dutch".
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (link) - *sigh*... well, they tried at least, I guess? or did they? Thing is, my most prevalent feeling after watching this was that, in a clear attempt to cash in on the first movie's wild, smart success, they tried to stay smart and not botch a sequel out of this recipe - and yet they kinda botched it, anyway, as it feels like an overdose on everything: the quipkino, the mindless galactic adventures, the jukebox cues, the spacenova visuals, the tension-less bulletproof superpowers of the characters. What they did strive and somewhat achieved to do was finding some pace and disposition to outline more character development (it's at least what every critic has been praising, so who am I to disagree) - though even here it's uneven, it's mostly about Starlord or Rocket or Yondu stealing the show at times - while toning down the same Marvellian variation on a "save the world/galaxy" situation and flimsy, unmemorable antagonists (who in turn become either comic relief or aid in a main character's further development). Still, it felt like a cheesy exaggeration of the first movie's swag. The plot could have filled the length of a Star Trek episodic adventure rather than another capekino bucket-of-money-making chapter. I laughed or chuckled zero times. All the Guardians felt like growing into a caricature of themselves.
Keetje (Katie) Tippel (link) - a more agreeable Dutch movie this time, also something prepared for my Amsterdam trip but never watched during it, one of Paul Verhoeven's early movies, though slightly flourishing the touches of explicit, loose style and sleazy drama he'd fully affirm himself with later on (RoboCop, Starship Troopers, Showgirls, Black Book, last year's Elle). The story follows a young woman, relocating to Amsterdam with her poverty-stricken family, after which she's tempted into everything ranging from doing manual labor, prostitution, being the concubine of artists and climbing the social ladder towards couture bourgeoisie. As stated, there's room for some Verhoevean drops of explicit, libertine content, but the overall style is nevertheless solid enough to make for an enjoyable, soapy, syrupy 70s melodrama.
Death Note (link) - and lastly, whether you've read the stuff above in spoilers or not, I'll recap that this, for me, proved an insubstantial and hardly worthwhile adaptation of a cult manga/anime, pinning down some of the original's iconic lore and elements (resorting moreover to cues rather than working with them), while not bothering too much with the deeper ethical and moral themes. There is visual gore that may satisfy the way watching a supercut of Final Destination death scenes might, yet there is little development that sticks and isn't superficial and the story turns into half-nonsensical, painful chaos halfway through. It's a sloppy, low on quality result to validate the pursuit to adapt Death Note into an American version of mope, teenage edge and playing God.
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Wrapped up my August with both a few revisits and a couple new movies
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
Wanted to give both Kaili Blues and Notes on Blindness the viewing they deserved, after I had flimsily watched and reviewed them here a while ago. Given this debut of his, Chinese director Bi Gan should be worth keeping an eye out, even if, as I've said the first time, he's moving thus far within an arthouse, rural-picturesque, minimalist range rather than anything more plot-heavy or exciting. The most I got, for now, was from his skillful aesthetics and technical ambition (a 30-minute-plus one-shot sequence choreographing several characters travelling by bike, car or boat at various times or intermingling on labyrinthine streets) and the touch of poetic storytelling. Didn't get much more out of Notes on Blindness than the first time, but again, if you want to see something that could have been a straightforward slideshow & interview documetary, yet was instead beautifully stylised and crafted with voice acting, or in the mood for something meditative and profound given theologian John Hull's musings on his condition and life, then you should give this a try.
Also wanted to enjoy Jarmusch's Paterson one more time - and it's definitely going in the shelves and staying up there as one of my faves from last year.
On to the new, two movies provided bizarre, if mostly rewarding experiences (unlike the last batch of Dutch-libertine bawdiness or indie edginess...)
Picked up Raw (link) as a fairly hyped French horror film from last year. The trailer and the IMDb page seem to go subtle on what the main ingredient of horror here is, but plenty other sites, uhm, sink right into it (pun intended), so not sure how one can avoid not being spoiled in this aspect prior to seeing it (as was my case). The thinnest possible synopsis is that it's about a young student following in her parents' and sister's footsteps by going at vet school; the entire family is established as strictly vegetarian, but then the initial phase of the school's crazy, campy, frat-like initiation rituals push the protagonist past her limits, (spoiler) This being a French movie, viewers should probably know what they're getting into in terms of shock value and wild cinematic fantasy, as the movie nonchalantly hits no breaks on its doses of gore and debauchery, the protagonist both seemingly corrupted by and willfully losing herself into crazed behaviour. There are also thick enough undertones on themes of coming-of-age, self-discovery, social inclusion, sisterhood and such, that add value past the queasiness. There are a few spots of predictability, nevertheless with some decent twists and quick stuns along the way. I'd be lying if I'd say this wasn't entertaining: there's a slick, Refn-esque style to the visuals and a giallo tinge to an uninvasive yet loud when it matters score, plus the story and tension ramped up very well without tipping over.
Also, To the Bone (link), an equally discomforting topical movie, this time on the opposite extreme - eating disorders. For me, it felt a bit weird to get back into this subject, after just having read this year a book by Sofi Oksanen that mostly builds on such a theme, but at least with the little knowledge I have following this, I'd imagine this movie did hit some right notes on depicting the struggles with such disorders, therapies and their limitations when it all boils down to the battle with your self, stigmas and social or parental difficulties and so on. There's a sense of honest research put into the depiction, plus of transposing personal experiences, coming both from the director, Marti Noxon (formerly a writer and producer on shows such as Buffy or Glee) and the main actress, Lily Collins - doing her most significant role to date as far as I can recall, at times so focused and hard to fathom she went this deep into her role, especially considering her own prior experiences. Anyway, while the subject and the considerate treatment of it make the most impression, I couldn't help feeling the movie, in its style, is nonetheless fairly lightweight. Maybe there's something to the Netflix recipe that makes them pick up bold subjects, but either crank them up to eleventy stupid (Ojka, Death Note) or play it safe. Past the acting, the thematic hard facts and the unsettling tensity of the story, there was nothing too transformative, transcendent, which is a shame.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
Wanted to give both Kaili Blues and Notes on Blindness the viewing they deserved, after I had flimsily watched and reviewed them here a while ago. Given this debut of his, Chinese director Bi Gan should be worth keeping an eye out, even if, as I've said the first time, he's moving thus far within an arthouse, rural-picturesque, minimalist range rather than anything more plot-heavy or exciting. The most I got, for now, was from his skillful aesthetics and technical ambition (a 30-minute-plus one-shot sequence choreographing several characters travelling by bike, car or boat at various times or intermingling on labyrinthine streets) and the touch of poetic storytelling. Didn't get much more out of Notes on Blindness than the first time, but again, if you want to see something that could have been a straightforward slideshow & interview documetary, yet was instead beautifully stylised and crafted with voice acting, or in the mood for something meditative and profound given theologian John Hull's musings on his condition and life, then you should give this a try.
Also wanted to enjoy Jarmusch's Paterson one more time - and it's definitely going in the shelves and staying up there as one of my faves from last year.
On to the new, two movies provided bizarre, if mostly rewarding experiences (unlike the last batch of Dutch-libertine bawdiness or indie edginess...)
Picked up Raw (link) as a fairly hyped French horror film from last year. The trailer and the IMDb page seem to go subtle on what the main ingredient of horror here is, but plenty other sites, uhm, sink right into it (pun intended), so not sure how one can avoid not being spoiled in this aspect prior to seeing it (as was my case). The thinnest possible synopsis is that it's about a young student following in her parents' and sister's footsteps by going at vet school; the entire family is established as strictly vegetarian, but then the initial phase of the school's crazy, campy, frat-like initiation rituals push the protagonist past her limits, (spoiler)
Spoiler: show
Also, To the Bone (link), an equally discomforting topical movie, this time on the opposite extreme - eating disorders. For me, it felt a bit weird to get back into this subject, after just having read this year a book by Sofi Oksanen that mostly builds on such a theme, but at least with the little knowledge I have following this, I'd imagine this movie did hit some right notes on depicting the struggles with such disorders, therapies and their limitations when it all boils down to the battle with your self, stigmas and social or parental difficulties and so on. There's a sense of honest research put into the depiction, plus of transposing personal experiences, coming both from the director, Marti Noxon (formerly a writer and producer on shows such as Buffy or Glee) and the main actress, Lily Collins - doing her most significant role to date as far as I can recall, at times so focused and hard to fathom she went this deep into her role, especially considering her own prior experiences. Anyway, while the subject and the considerate treatment of it make the most impression, I couldn't help feeling the movie, in its style, is nonetheless fairly lightweight. Maybe there's something to the Netflix recipe that makes them pick up bold subjects, but either crank them up to eleventy stupid (Ojka, Death Note) or play it safe. Past the acting, the thematic hard facts and the unsettling tensity of the story, there was nothing too transformative, transcendent, which is a shame.
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So I know it's cheesy RIP-ing, at least to my standards - plus, one can certainly go way deeper into Harry Dean Stanton's filmography - but I've rewatched Paris, Texas yesterday (third time, which is already special territory for me) and I'll be bumping it to a full 10. No clue why I had it at 9 thus far, the open space cinematography and color scheme is superb, the acting is contained and great (save perhaps for Aurore Clement's English that never manages to connect me to a veritable character), the opening and closing 30 minutes mirror each other in having me hooked on, watching every detail, every gesture, every word (if any, that is), the story is so simple, yet unfolds in a way that feels more epic.
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how bout that blade runner, eh?
i ranked it 4/5 stars, but still think it's merely the fourth best Denis Villeneuve film
i ranked it 4/5 stars, but still think it's merely the fourth best Denis Villeneuve film
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Baby Driver 5/5
War for the Planet of the Apes 3-4/5
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Baby Driver as a matter of fact might be my second (very close second) favorite film of all time. My favorite certainly in terms of cinematography, editing, soundtrack, etc.
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What's your favorite film of all time?
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I don't have a true favorite anymore. I have given six films my highest possible rating and I could watch any of them again, though not with obsessive regularity.
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I have a hastily assembled top four movies on Letterboxd made up of Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, F For Fake, Barton Fink, and L'avventura.
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Very much so, and I've really appreciated your regular movie ramblings. Somehow, the small island of Nauru has more access to the latest Cannes contenders than where I live, so I like using your posts to try and figure out what's worth watching for myself, whenever I can get around to seeing them, of course. Screw G-Man's negativity, I'm here for whatever pretentious film talk you want to lay down.
Still not willing to watch Satantango. I have principles, y'know.
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Very much so, and I've really appreciated your regular movie ramblings. Somehow, the small island of Nauru has more access to the latest Cannes contenders than where I live, so I like using your posts to try and figure out what's worth watching for myself, whenever I can get around to seeing them, of course. Screw G-Man's negativity, I'm here for whatever pretentious film talk you want to lay down.
Still not willing to watch Satantango. I have principles, y'know.
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I've watched every single one of Rico's SAW reviews, so I don't mind hearing his musings but I take movies more seriously than music. I want to avoid getting in a flame war with a fellow film snob. #KeepThePeace
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I'm glad my question to Dharma invited answers from other people not Dharma.
What's F for Fake? :o
lol @ Gman. We don't have to fight it out. Just take it with a grain (or, if you want, a box in my case) of salt, much like you'd watch or read any other vlogger / YT reviewer / newspaper article / gossip commenter.
Plus, you've said you hardly manage to watch a movie on an occasion, so I don't think you'll be in tune with 90% of my updates.![:p :p](./images/smilies/tongue2.gif)
What's F for Fake? :o
lol @ Gman. We don't have to fight it out. Just take it with a grain (or, if you want, a box in my case) of salt, much like you'd watch or read any other vlogger / YT reviewer / newspaper article / gossip commenter.
Plus, you've said you hardly manage to watch a movie on an occasion, so I don't think you'll be in tune with 90% of my updates.
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My favorite film of all time is Hook.Ricochet wrote: ↑Wed Oct 11, 2017 9:59 am What's your favorite film of all time?
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i think we should just do the logical thing and lock Ricochet and G-Man in a thunderdome, watch them fight to the death, and the winner gets to have their movie opinions be the objectively right ones.
F For Fake is an Orson Welles quasi-documentary about art forgery that turns into giddy postmodern fuckery, which is something I have a taste for. *casts sideways glance at the copy of Infinite Jest sitting on his desk*
F For Fake is an Orson Welles quasi-documentary about art forgery that turns into giddy postmodern fuckery, which is something I have a taste for. *casts sideways glance at the copy of Infinite Jest sitting on his desk*
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For realz, thoDharmaHelper wrote: ↑Wed Oct 11, 2017 5:31 pmMy favorite film of all time is Hook.Ricochet wrote: ↑Wed Oct 11, 2017 9:59 am What's your favorite film of all time?
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I think my favorite movie of all time is Hook and my favorite film of all time is Baby Driver. I love Hook because of Peter Pan, Robin Williams, the time in my life that I saw the movie and all that gushy stuff.
I like Baby Driver on a more technical, official level. Seriously if you haven't seen it the fucking editing and music and all that shit is so next level.
I like Baby Driver on a more technical, official level. Seriously if you haven't seen it the fucking editing and music and all that shit is so next level.
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Speaking of Cannes, it's time for a new edition of hot screenings, next weekend. They're doing a much ampler "Les films de Cannes" in the capital, yet we'll also be blessed with three days and seven movies. Thankfully, I won't have to sit in the Philharmonic hall until six in the morning this time.
I'll be seeing the 2016 Palme d'Or, the Grand Prix, Haneke's Happy End, the Safdie Brothers' Good Time and, should I truly wish to rewatch, Jarmusch's Paterson, which was one of my faves from last year.![noble :noble:](./images/smilies/noble.gif)
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Just watched it and yeah, it was pretty fun. Very enjoyable and definitely lots of really cool stuff they did with sound synchronization etc. Wouldn't say it totally blew me away as much as it apparently did to you, I could name plenty of other films with just as impressive or more impressive cinematographic flourishes. But it totally made me want to do cool shit in time with music, lol.DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Wed Oct 11, 2017 5:51 pm
I like Baby Driver on a more technical, official level. Seriously if you haven't seen it the fucking editing and music and all that shit is so next level.
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I guess I just usually watch shit movies :P
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Decided to stick to this format, after all. Too much of a hassle to record myself and I'm supposed to have less free time for such things - *cough* phdhell *cough*.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
Wonder Woman (link) - surprised director Patti Jenkins hasn't done any other feature film in between this one and Monster (with that Oscar-grabbing performance from Charlize Theron), alllll the way back in 2003; she only directed a few TV series' episodes instead. Anyway, this serves as a pre-Justice League standalone origin story, going back to Wonder Woman's (Gal Gadot) childhood on the island of... whatever, revealing what makes her so demi-godly powerful and all that, plus building a sort of power fantasy around her aiding a British intelligence spy, played by Chris Pine, and thus getting involved in defeating some baddies during the Great War, or as we know it now, World War I.
To cut to the chase, it pains me to say that, with all its relevancy - not only counting as a first female lead superhero movie, but also a first DCU movie not to suck - I still found it incredibly boring and by-the-numbers altogether, even for capemovies' standards. There was not an ounce of filmmaking or writing to strike me as special, original - or, to put it another way, not tailored for the masses. The visual palette was either brightened for some paradisiac island scenes or set on dusky for the war scenes - most likely a marketable move, to take the DCU franchise out of the murky hellhole of Batman v Superman or the spasmodic joke that was Suicide Squad; it's more than decent and adequate, but nothing else. More strong female actresses (Connie Nielsen, Robin Wright) are brought in, yet then wasted on screen time and script. Elena Ayana's villainess role takes a backseat to, well, more of the same forgettable (male) villains (the war was lead by generals and freaks, after all). Its first, expository act was crafted about as poorly as it can be imagined, in a cram-it-all-in-there style, and the final fight arc breaks all illusion of superior quality by deploying all the FX chaos and maddening pyrotechny Man of Steel or BvS thsemvles had. Plus the DCU style of action coreography continues to irk me to no end, cutting in between punches to WW flinging her hair back, smirking, throwing a line, doing something else in slo-mo. By all means, no different than Marvel's halt action to deliver quips and punchlines MO, still it feels like a bloody video game. All this leaves a mid act in which the chemistry and banter between Gadot and Pine was praised, as was a sort of "fish out of water" trope of humour and coated jab at women's place in past societies, yet the former was just regular quips and the latter was one "oh wow WW discovers male chauvinism, who would have thunk it" scene after the next.
Again, this was beyond decent compared to anything DCU-related thus far and I get it the world was in need of a fun fantasy of emancipation, but the end result still felt to me head-numbing and banal.
I myself have finally seen Baby Driver (link) and it was pree fun. What I have yet to see is anything else by Edgar Wright, besides Scott Pilgrim, which at least evolved throughout time from a "I hate this adaptation so much" to "I'm still hissy at it overall" - yet even it had that glimmer of Wright's ingenuity to do something creative, or at least flashy and gimmicky. Which at least happens here as well, in a movie that could have otherwise be plainly tagged #heist, #hipster and #mixtape. It's the story of me, constantly listening to music on the streets and trying to match it with daily activities, except for the part where I'm not a mad-skilled driver, involved (or hired) in criminal activities, nor do I have auditory issues - or a cute girlfriend... But for real, it like takes most of Drive's concept (the silentious skilled protagonist, the ramp up in shit-going-wrong action style), drops the batshitness from it, and add instead teen romance, thug banter and two gigabytes of musical cues, all walking a fine line between diegetic and non-diegetic, used in sync with the situation, action and pacing in the movie (with the gimmick that our hero does that on purpose). The director and cast didn't even tiptoe around the fact that most of the scenes were shot to intentionally fit the soundtrack. I'm both cheerful and fearful to report that Focus' Hocus Pocus is used in a grand way. The selection is half pleb, half hipster, half decent, it's really up to anyone's tastes - just like the movie itself might prove, either candy bait or something fun to make your day. What I will say is that the pacing is particularly on point, the performances are sharp, the story is delectable even if with a healthy injection of belief suspension, much zaniness towards its end and a rather corny finale. There was talk that the romance / teen chemistry in the plot doesn't hold water, but I was actually fine with it. There was even more talk about Jamie Foxx hamming it hard, yet I also found him doing this thing and just that. Anyway, exciting personal, whimsical if also head-on gimmicky experiment from Wright and I'd rate this as super enjoyable above anything else.
A Ghost Story (link) - a movie with Sundance rave this year, that extended into being a sweet spot for many critics thus far; a light, twee concept from David Lowery (Pete's Dragon), starring Rooney Mara and Casey Affleck (recast by Lowery from a previous film of his, Ain't Them Bodies Saints), that I haven't seen) as a couple whose home seems disturbed by an unseen presence. Horror simple premise thus far, except what it turns into - without revealing any other major context - is an actual story told from the POV of a ghostly presence... complete with using a "traditional" bedsheet representation of said presence. This could invite hilarity, yet the stakes set are emotional and meditational with a very delicate directorial hand. The whole movie is shot in academic ratio, with the corners bent a bit to make it seem like a slideshow or something and there are slow takes up to and including a one shot of eating half of a pie that would make new wave minimalists fawn, visuals are soft and pastoral and then ghost design took some careful manipulation, from what I've read. It kinda spells out big-lettered messages on themes such as loss, grief, yearning, coping, remembrance, represented from intimate to time-traversing broad. Its final stretch almost had some "holy what" turns, but then it's wrapped up with such a bow tie, that it almost makes sense and pays off. It didn't have me hooked on all the time, yet as far as indie artsy curios go this year, this might be on the right lane.
First They Killed My Father: A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers (link) - a biographical story, directed by Angelina Jolie, inspired by Cambodian activist Loung Ung's memoir on her family and life being torn apart by the coming of the Khmer Rouge regime and her time spent in labor camps - literally the killing fields. Shot and told mostly from the reflections and perspective of her 7-year-old self, there is material to be empathetic towards, the depiction of blind propaganda and regime enforcement can be bone-chilling at times and it doesn't shy away from some gritty depictions, yet with an emphasis put more on sentimental depiction rather than documentary distance, there are limitation to Jolie's style.
Roight... with that out of the way, let's touch upon you-know-which-movie.
I rewatched Blade Runner (link) a day ahead of the main event, like the nerd that I am - The Final Cut, I should specify (and thank god I didn't mindlessly picked the theatrical version, with Ford's killjoy voiceover - though this one still retains that headscratching unicorn insert, but hey, #Ridley-is-pretty-dumb-nowadays-anyway). I remember having openly disliked this one the first time - yet I don't have it written down on my logs, which date back to 2012, so I must have been even younger, hence stupider; I certainly recall having openly disliked Vangelis' OST in context of his entire discography (and I still maintain it's not too much of a big deal, overall). But y'kno, this time around, I enjoyed most of it. I still have the urge to describe some set pieces as... "uninteresting" - and that's despite understanding what they goe for. I probably like most of all the flow of it, every scene feels fat free and serving its purpose; the movie is two hours, yet gets down to business almost right away and feels like it's wrapped up in an hour. The visuals and production design are obviously cinematic bookmarks, although even here I feel most of those shots only had an "establishing shot" quality; I can totally see how it influenced something like Ghost in the Shell's cityscapes, but I don't feel out of breath seeing them here. I can see its worthy elements that make it cult and deep, although one has to wonder how fortuitously Scott ended up creating them - plus its ultimate, most popular riddle is something for which "let the mystery be" is the only right answer. Sorry, Scott, but you're an ass for having tried to push things in a particular direction.
Now, Blade Runner 2049 (link) was taken over by Denis Villeneuve, a director who artistically earned a carte blanche with anything he's done thus far, even as he visibly moved towards the Hollywoodian commercial epicentrum (Incendies, Enemy, Sicario, Arrival - eff Prisoners, tho) - although Ridley Scott retained producer rights and sometimes you can almost sense his presence, especially knowing how [poorly] invested he's been lately in blowing up his own cult standalone movies into mythology-jacked sequels or prequels. Cells. For better or worse, there is both stuff that is recognizably Villeneuve's vision and stuff that inadvertedly links back to the source movie, whether in tributary or plain sequel fashion, and stuff demanded by its blockbuster / action format. Interlinked. For better or worse, there is a grandiose approach taken in this movie, from the technically modernized aspects to everything set in motion to push a story of old and new forward. Cells. If the original could be described as succintly as "neon noir in pissing rain with a subtle existential thematic core", this new one is in no way minimal anything, transporting you from the same-old-rainy LA to other dusky, toxic, wintery landscapes, all seemingly fitted in their own globe, plus picking that existential core to weave further synapses out of it. Cells. Without actually spoiling anything, it can be safely said this movie is has neo-neon-noir, cyber romance, tech and existential dystopia with a Chosen-One / Great-Things-Destined narrative, all in the same bowl. Interlinked.
I went to see this movie in theaters twice, which is quite a rare thing in my practice, but I feel I did it for the sake of more clarity rather than anything else. Cells. There are things in it that work (and many such things, in fact), but also things I came out of internally battling with how I felt about them. Cells. It is done with a superior sense of vision, skill, detail (Villeneuve, Roger Deakins - I mean, com'on), with a patience and pace uncommon to contemporary demands and standards - for which the movie will no doubt tank, because of how putridly low and spectacle-avid the world has set the bar for its blockbusters these days - but I also won't be the person to say that it is perfect in every way. Cells. It can earn its right to be called a superior sequel - especially in, again, this hellish climate of sequels and reboots and remakes - but it doesn't entirely purify its sequel code from specific nostalgic-driven or throwback-oriented traits. Cells. Blade Runner was, either consciously or unknowingly, influential to a lot of other movies, set on their own path. Cells. Art is rightly influential when it pushes new artists to create something themselves out of an idea they're influenced by, not just try to achieve a similar with that idea. Cells. Modern popular cinema has gone far too deep into sequel- and remake-mania. Cells. And while Villeneuve is unquestionably smarter than the average bear, Blade Runner 2049 is not profoundly something new and it has that drive not to trascend its source material, but to get interlinked with it. Interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked.
While I don't consider that I'll be using anything but minor hints and cues from the movie, I'll nevertheless honor the rule and put the following few more thoughts under the spoiler tab.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
Wonder Woman (link) - surprised director Patti Jenkins hasn't done any other feature film in between this one and Monster (with that Oscar-grabbing performance from Charlize Theron), alllll the way back in 2003; she only directed a few TV series' episodes instead. Anyway, this serves as a pre-Justice League standalone origin story, going back to Wonder Woman's (Gal Gadot) childhood on the island of... whatever, revealing what makes her so demi-godly powerful and all that, plus building a sort of power fantasy around her aiding a British intelligence spy, played by Chris Pine, and thus getting involved in defeating some baddies during the Great War, or as we know it now, World War I.
To cut to the chase, it pains me to say that, with all its relevancy - not only counting as a first female lead superhero movie, but also a first DCU movie not to suck - I still found it incredibly boring and by-the-numbers altogether, even for capemovies' standards. There was not an ounce of filmmaking or writing to strike me as special, original - or, to put it another way, not tailored for the masses. The visual palette was either brightened for some paradisiac island scenes or set on dusky for the war scenes - most likely a marketable move, to take the DCU franchise out of the murky hellhole of Batman v Superman or the spasmodic joke that was Suicide Squad; it's more than decent and adequate, but nothing else. More strong female actresses (Connie Nielsen, Robin Wright) are brought in, yet then wasted on screen time and script. Elena Ayana's villainess role takes a backseat to, well, more of the same forgettable (male) villains (the war was lead by generals and freaks, after all). Its first, expository act was crafted about as poorly as it can be imagined, in a cram-it-all-in-there style, and the final fight arc breaks all illusion of superior quality by deploying all the FX chaos and maddening pyrotechny Man of Steel or BvS thsemvles had. Plus the DCU style of action coreography continues to irk me to no end, cutting in between punches to WW flinging her hair back, smirking, throwing a line, doing something else in slo-mo. By all means, no different than Marvel's halt action to deliver quips and punchlines MO, still it feels like a bloody video game. All this leaves a mid act in which the chemistry and banter between Gadot and Pine was praised, as was a sort of "fish out of water" trope of humour and coated jab at women's place in past societies, yet the former was just regular quips and the latter was one "oh wow WW discovers male chauvinism, who would have thunk it" scene after the next.
Again, this was beyond decent compared to anything DCU-related thus far and I get it the world was in need of a fun fantasy of emancipation, but the end result still felt to me head-numbing and banal.
I myself have finally seen Baby Driver (link) and it was pree fun. What I have yet to see is anything else by Edgar Wright, besides Scott Pilgrim, which at least evolved throughout time from a "I hate this adaptation so much" to "I'm still hissy at it overall" - yet even it had that glimmer of Wright's ingenuity to do something creative, or at least flashy and gimmicky. Which at least happens here as well, in a movie that could have otherwise be plainly tagged #heist, #hipster and #mixtape. It's the story of me, constantly listening to music on the streets and trying to match it with daily activities, except for the part where I'm not a mad-skilled driver, involved (or hired) in criminal activities, nor do I have auditory issues - or a cute girlfriend... But for real, it like takes most of Drive's concept (the silentious skilled protagonist, the ramp up in shit-going-wrong action style), drops the batshitness from it, and add instead teen romance, thug banter and two gigabytes of musical cues, all walking a fine line between diegetic and non-diegetic, used in sync with the situation, action and pacing in the movie (with the gimmick that our hero does that on purpose). The director and cast didn't even tiptoe around the fact that most of the scenes were shot to intentionally fit the soundtrack. I'm both cheerful and fearful to report that Focus' Hocus Pocus is used in a grand way. The selection is half pleb, half hipster, half decent, it's really up to anyone's tastes - just like the movie itself might prove, either candy bait or something fun to make your day. What I will say is that the pacing is particularly on point, the performances are sharp, the story is delectable even if with a healthy injection of belief suspension, much zaniness towards its end and a rather corny finale. There was talk that the romance / teen chemistry in the plot doesn't hold water, but I was actually fine with it. There was even more talk about Jamie Foxx hamming it hard, yet I also found him doing this thing and just that. Anyway, exciting personal, whimsical if also head-on gimmicky experiment from Wright and I'd rate this as super enjoyable above anything else.
A Ghost Story (link) - a movie with Sundance rave this year, that extended into being a sweet spot for many critics thus far; a light, twee concept from David Lowery (Pete's Dragon), starring Rooney Mara and Casey Affleck (recast by Lowery from a previous film of his, Ain't Them Bodies Saints), that I haven't seen) as a couple whose home seems disturbed by an unseen presence. Horror simple premise thus far, except what it turns into - without revealing any other major context - is an actual story told from the POV of a ghostly presence... complete with using a "traditional" bedsheet representation of said presence. This could invite hilarity, yet the stakes set are emotional and meditational with a very delicate directorial hand. The whole movie is shot in academic ratio, with the corners bent a bit to make it seem like a slideshow or something and there are slow takes up to and including a one shot of eating half of a pie that would make new wave minimalists fawn, visuals are soft and pastoral and then ghost design took some careful manipulation, from what I've read. It kinda spells out big-lettered messages on themes such as loss, grief, yearning, coping, remembrance, represented from intimate to time-traversing broad. Its final stretch almost had some "holy what" turns, but then it's wrapped up with such a bow tie, that it almost makes sense and pays off. It didn't have me hooked on all the time, yet as far as indie artsy curios go this year, this might be on the right lane.
First They Killed My Father: A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers (link) - a biographical story, directed by Angelina Jolie, inspired by Cambodian activist Loung Ung's memoir on her family and life being torn apart by the coming of the Khmer Rouge regime and her time spent in labor camps - literally the killing fields. Shot and told mostly from the reflections and perspective of her 7-year-old self, there is material to be empathetic towards, the depiction of blind propaganda and regime enforcement can be bone-chilling at times and it doesn't shy away from some gritty depictions, yet with an emphasis put more on sentimental depiction rather than documentary distance, there are limitation to Jolie's style.
Roight... with that out of the way, let's touch upon you-know-which-movie.
I rewatched Blade Runner (link) a day ahead of the main event, like the nerd that I am - The Final Cut, I should specify (and thank god I didn't mindlessly picked the theatrical version, with Ford's killjoy voiceover - though this one still retains that headscratching unicorn insert, but hey, #Ridley-is-pretty-dumb-nowadays-anyway). I remember having openly disliked this one the first time - yet I don't have it written down on my logs, which date back to 2012, so I must have been even younger, hence stupider; I certainly recall having openly disliked Vangelis' OST in context of his entire discography (and I still maintain it's not too much of a big deal, overall). But y'kno, this time around, I enjoyed most of it. I still have the urge to describe some set pieces as... "uninteresting" - and that's despite understanding what they goe for. I probably like most of all the flow of it, every scene feels fat free and serving its purpose; the movie is two hours, yet gets down to business almost right away and feels like it's wrapped up in an hour. The visuals and production design are obviously cinematic bookmarks, although even here I feel most of those shots only had an "establishing shot" quality; I can totally see how it influenced something like Ghost in the Shell's cityscapes, but I don't feel out of breath seeing them here. I can see its worthy elements that make it cult and deep, although one has to wonder how fortuitously Scott ended up creating them - plus its ultimate, most popular riddle is something for which "let the mystery be" is the only right answer. Sorry, Scott, but you're an ass for having tried to push things in a particular direction.
Now, Blade Runner 2049 (link) was taken over by Denis Villeneuve, a director who artistically earned a carte blanche with anything he's done thus far, even as he visibly moved towards the Hollywoodian commercial epicentrum (Incendies, Enemy, Sicario, Arrival - eff Prisoners, tho) - although Ridley Scott retained producer rights and sometimes you can almost sense his presence, especially knowing how [poorly] invested he's been lately in blowing up his own cult standalone movies into mythology-jacked sequels or prequels. Cells. For better or worse, there is both stuff that is recognizably Villeneuve's vision and stuff that inadvertedly links back to the source movie, whether in tributary or plain sequel fashion, and stuff demanded by its blockbuster / action format. Interlinked. For better or worse, there is a grandiose approach taken in this movie, from the technically modernized aspects to everything set in motion to push a story of old and new forward. Cells. If the original could be described as succintly as "neon noir in pissing rain with a subtle existential thematic core", this new one is in no way minimal anything, transporting you from the same-old-rainy LA to other dusky, toxic, wintery landscapes, all seemingly fitted in their own globe, plus picking that existential core to weave further synapses out of it. Cells. Without actually spoiling anything, it can be safely said this movie is has neo-neon-noir, cyber romance, tech and existential dystopia with a Chosen-One / Great-Things-Destined narrative, all in the same bowl. Interlinked.
I went to see this movie in theaters twice, which is quite a rare thing in my practice, but I feel I did it for the sake of more clarity rather than anything else. Cells. There are things in it that work (and many such things, in fact), but also things I came out of internally battling with how I felt about them. Cells. It is done with a superior sense of vision, skill, detail (Villeneuve, Roger Deakins - I mean, com'on), with a patience and pace uncommon to contemporary demands and standards - for which the movie will no doubt tank, because of how putridly low and spectacle-avid the world has set the bar for its blockbusters these days - but I also won't be the person to say that it is perfect in every way. Cells. It can earn its right to be called a superior sequel - especially in, again, this hellish climate of sequels and reboots and remakes - but it doesn't entirely purify its sequel code from specific nostalgic-driven or throwback-oriented traits. Cells. Blade Runner was, either consciously or unknowingly, influential to a lot of other movies, set on their own path. Cells. Art is rightly influential when it pushes new artists to create something themselves out of an idea they're influenced by, not just try to achieve a similar with that idea. Cells. Modern popular cinema has gone far too deep into sequel- and remake-mania. Cells. And while Villeneuve is unquestionably smarter than the average bear, Blade Runner 2049 is not profoundly something new and it has that drive not to trascend its source material, but to get interlinked with it. Interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked.
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Dropping a few more until I dive into my Cannes screenings' weekend overdose. Although, ugh, I think I've spent this whole week writing about goddamn movies and TV.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
Killer of Sheep (link) - one of two older movies (see following one as the second) that I picked up as African American Cinema recommendations on The New Yorker FB Movie Group by the publication's chief critic Richard Brody. A 1978 obscure one directed by Charles Burnett, with a pocket-sized budget, that even failed to get released back then because it couldn't pay royalties for a quite insane number of songs used. It's been described as non-narrative and structureless, whilst stylistically likened to neo-realism, as it solemnly presents scattered and bluesy moments from the life of a working man, dealing with his dissatisfaction, woes and pains of being at work, at home, in his collective and all that. It's the kind that takes a mood to be in no particular mood to see it, still it has some degree of verité, loose and intimate filming.
Nothing But a Man (link) - an earlier movie this one, from 1964; not directed by an African American, but Michael Roemer took apparently inspiration not only from experiencing persecution himself in Germany and the Southern States as a Jew, but also from spending extensive research time within black communities. Has a more traditional storyline, but still packs a pretty tense and potent drama (although I'm chuckling a bit at giving such a verdict, considering I was in an imperfect disposition that led me to dose off a bit during some of its fragments). May also seem relevant in historical context of those years of rights and racial emancipation.
Spider-Man: Homecoming (link) - well I ain't gonna rant about a second capemovie twice in a week. The main ideas it tries to act smart with include scrapping a lot of the usual origin story melodrama, grounding the action from its "save the world" usual sternness (even the villain-of-the-movie having a decent backstory that merely makes him an anti-Avengers vigilante at best) and partying hard with its "schoolboy x superhero" thematic. Out of everything scheduled in between the previous and upcoming garguantuan and hyper-pretentious Avengers chapters, this is likely to remain the one that takes itself the least seriously - including Spidey acting his age and being on actual path of discovery, instead of an established, accomplished caper who just has to face some new obstacles. Alas, its Marvelian moviemaking signature is reaching beyond peak "flatitude" and a lot of it felt like one "gotta solve smth / fight smb, but also make it in time for chem class" scene after the next. I also cannot even express how little I care about this redeeming the Spiderman series and such (the first Reimi was the only good one, anyway... *runs*). I put this on precisely to simply have something on screen and in that regard it was an exemplary background movie.
Panic in the Needle Park (link) - ill-fated romance during the hazy days and in the heart of New York's drug dealing and needle sticking quartier between junkies played with feral range by Al Pacino and Kitty Winn (awarded as Best Actress at Cannes for this). The drama unfolds with all the fleeting highs and severe lows one can expect, plus with a veridic vibe that could have equally spun out of Burroughs's novels, quickies by Fante or the Beat writers or Patti Smith's memoirs. The performances are mercurial (especially with Pacino at the beginning of his imposing, blustery methods), with a whole repertoire from street-smart adrenaline to vegetative tripping. Really the kind of movie that goes on and on (especially considering its two-hour running time), without any real resolution, its characters just stuck spinning in circles in their addiction and misery.
The Beguiled (link) - technically a Cannes movie, since it saw Sofia Coppola making a return, incite critical attention once more and get a Best Director award in the process. Her latest counts as a remake of Don Siegel's 1971 movie starring Clint Eastwood, if not an actual reinterpretation, since if the original is considered (have not seen it [yet]) a crossbreed of Peckinpah pulp, gothic drama and mysogynistic undertones, Coppola reformulates the story in her own tactful, tiffany ways, turning it to eleventy feminist. Nothing surprising in this, since at least four of her movies focus on girl power, with just two others dealing with deeper human interactions (LiT) or utter detachment from (Somewhere). Not without its own controversy, Coppola apparently removed (and thus whitewashed, considering the cast) a slave girl from the original story, to which reading her rebuttal was either totally confusing or a bit befuddling. Anyway, basic synopsis still frames this as a period piece back in the Civil War, when a wounded Union soldier is sheltered at an all-women boarding school, which destabilizes their inner sanctum as well as their emotional grip. From what I understand, Coppola dispels much of the manipulative and exploitative tone of the original source, prefering gallantry and shades of duplicity in the dialogues and minute character developments. This has screened in my capital's Cannesfest and I've already read a couple of local minds dissing it as yet another shallow exercise from Coppola - and while the visuals are all in pristine shape (the sound design even going as far as to have outdoor ambiental sounds - such as crickets - constantly in the back of your ear) and the performances show control, restraint and tenuity, one could also wonder if Coppola hasn't encassed it all into a mere globe of a fantasy piece. Personally, not ready to say how great of a movie this is or not, but I can honestly say it was one after a very long time that didn't wholly feel like her fooling around and wasting her talent. It invites a great amount of interpretation, for sure, as to the extent of what she accomplishes or does right here.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
Killer of Sheep (link) - one of two older movies (see following one as the second) that I picked up as African American Cinema recommendations on The New Yorker FB Movie Group by the publication's chief critic Richard Brody. A 1978 obscure one directed by Charles Burnett, with a pocket-sized budget, that even failed to get released back then because it couldn't pay royalties for a quite insane number of songs used. It's been described as non-narrative and structureless, whilst stylistically likened to neo-realism, as it solemnly presents scattered and bluesy moments from the life of a working man, dealing with his dissatisfaction, woes and pains of being at work, at home, in his collective and all that. It's the kind that takes a mood to be in no particular mood to see it, still it has some degree of verité, loose and intimate filming.
Nothing But a Man (link) - an earlier movie this one, from 1964; not directed by an African American, but Michael Roemer took apparently inspiration not only from experiencing persecution himself in Germany and the Southern States as a Jew, but also from spending extensive research time within black communities. Has a more traditional storyline, but still packs a pretty tense and potent drama (although I'm chuckling a bit at giving such a verdict, considering I was in an imperfect disposition that led me to dose off a bit during some of its fragments). May also seem relevant in historical context of those years of rights and racial emancipation.
Spider-Man: Homecoming (link) - well I ain't gonna rant about a second capemovie twice in a week. The main ideas it tries to act smart with include scrapping a lot of the usual origin story melodrama, grounding the action from its "save the world" usual sternness (even the villain-of-the-movie having a decent backstory that merely makes him an anti-Avengers vigilante at best) and partying hard with its "schoolboy x superhero" thematic. Out of everything scheduled in between the previous and upcoming garguantuan and hyper-pretentious Avengers chapters, this is likely to remain the one that takes itself the least seriously - including Spidey acting his age and being on actual path of discovery, instead of an established, accomplished caper who just has to face some new obstacles. Alas, its Marvelian moviemaking signature is reaching beyond peak "flatitude" and a lot of it felt like one "gotta solve smth / fight smb, but also make it in time for chem class" scene after the next. I also cannot even express how little I care about this redeeming the Spiderman series and such (the first Reimi was the only good one, anyway... *runs*). I put this on precisely to simply have something on screen and in that regard it was an exemplary background movie.
Panic in the Needle Park (link) - ill-fated romance during the hazy days and in the heart of New York's drug dealing and needle sticking quartier between junkies played with feral range by Al Pacino and Kitty Winn (awarded as Best Actress at Cannes for this). The drama unfolds with all the fleeting highs and severe lows one can expect, plus with a veridic vibe that could have equally spun out of Burroughs's novels, quickies by Fante or the Beat writers or Patti Smith's memoirs. The performances are mercurial (especially with Pacino at the beginning of his imposing, blustery methods), with a whole repertoire from street-smart adrenaline to vegetative tripping. Really the kind of movie that goes on and on (especially considering its two-hour running time), without any real resolution, its characters just stuck spinning in circles in their addiction and misery.
The Beguiled (link) - technically a Cannes movie, since it saw Sofia Coppola making a return, incite critical attention once more and get a Best Director award in the process. Her latest counts as a remake of Don Siegel's 1971 movie starring Clint Eastwood, if not an actual reinterpretation, since if the original is considered (have not seen it [yet]) a crossbreed of Peckinpah pulp, gothic drama and mysogynistic undertones, Coppola reformulates the story in her own tactful, tiffany ways, turning it to eleventy feminist. Nothing surprising in this, since at least four of her movies focus on girl power, with just two others dealing with deeper human interactions (LiT) or utter detachment from (Somewhere). Not without its own controversy, Coppola apparently removed (and thus whitewashed, considering the cast) a slave girl from the original story, to which reading her rebuttal was either totally confusing or a bit befuddling. Anyway, basic synopsis still frames this as a period piece back in the Civil War, when a wounded Union soldier is sheltered at an all-women boarding school, which destabilizes their inner sanctum as well as their emotional grip. From what I understand, Coppola dispels much of the manipulative and exploitative tone of the original source, prefering gallantry and shades of duplicity in the dialogues and minute character developments. This has screened in my capital's Cannesfest and I've already read a couple of local minds dissing it as yet another shallow exercise from Coppola - and while the visuals are all in pristine shape (the sound design even going as far as to have outdoor ambiental sounds - such as crickets - constantly in the back of your ear) and the performances show control, restraint and tenuity, one could also wonder if Coppola hasn't encassed it all into a mere globe of a fantasy piece. Personally, not ready to say how great of a movie this is or not, but I can honestly say it was one after a very long time that didn't wholly feel like her fooling around and wasting her talent. It invites a great amount of interpretation, for sure, as to the extent of what she accomplishes or does right here.
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Easily.
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if Spiderman Homecoming was entirely about Hannibal Burress' gym teacher character, it would have been the best superhero movie ever made
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So as mentioned a couple of times, last weekend I went to a three-day screening fest of recent Cannes movies, but I guess I didn't find the time nor the mood to report on them until now. Considering I've now seen 9 out of the 19 movies that competed for the Palme - as well as half of those that did end up receiving official awards - and that most of the remaining 10 were uniformly rated at the low end, I think I can say we're looking at a shaky year. Still holding some hope for the new Lanthimos (The Lobster, Dogtooth) and for Lynne Ramsay's (We Need to Talk About Kevin) You Were Never Really Here (even if this last one was seen already in my capital by critics and movie-goers I follow and was deemed the epitomy of style-over-substance), plus Zvyagintsev's Loveless will probably be the usual dose of chest-emptying dread - but otherwise... myeah.
As far as tendencies go, I sensed too much of a "going in the same direction previous Festival award-grabbers did" vibe, which is less than ideal, of course, in terms of actually promoting original, cutting edge or forward-thinking works. Oh look, auteurs who are sticking to their tropes and thus repeating themselves (Haneke, Baumbach, presumably Zvyagintsev as well)! Oh look, a liberal gay drama (Blue is the Warmest Color was only four years ago winkwinkwinkwink)! Oh look, a refugees drama! Oh look, self-congratulatory arthouse pretentiousness! Oui, ouiii, oh là là, c'est Cannes! I must be coming off strong by the tone of this, but this is probably the first year I've grown wary of these movies being more about pushing a certain agenda in search for laurels rather than crafting a potent message.
But anyway, let me now be even more verbose by going into the actual individual reviews.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
Day One
The Square (link) - Palme d'Or 2017 - this movie is in a really weird spot, I'd say, since it's neither a top notch work to remember in five years' time as a Palme winner, but seeing its competition thus far, you could very well scratch your head in trying to answer "what else could / would / should have..." If some of you may be well familiar with the term "Oscarbait" and with the type of movies that may attain such a derogatory tag each year, well, this one may well be considered proper Cannesbait. I mean, it's not awful by any means and pulls off some absurd, cringe comedic stunts, but upon drawing the line, it also felt comprehensively shallow and insignificant.
Oh right, context. This was by Swedish director Robin Östlund, whose previous big work, Force Majeure, was also a critical hit (taking Cannes' Jury Prize in the Un Certain Regard - the small league - category). I appreciated that one to a certain degree, especially for creating a total potboiler of a psychological family drama out of a very small, triggering event, whilst also coating it with some alpine scenery, musical cues that are cheeky by default (Vivaldi's Seasons) and a merry dose of satirizing humor. Östlund's taste for satire carries over in full swing on this new movie, centered on a contemporary museum curator who sort of lives in his own bubble, both trying to organize an exhibition that's as elementary in its presentation as it is highfaluting in its message and experiencing within this line of work and prestige a high-bourgeois disconnection from real, pedestrian human living, only to then be shaken up by a real, pedestrian event that sends him into doing the stupidest shit, worthy of a Mr. Bean episode. This movie seriously throws its satirical themes right at you - art as a medium for snotty, vainglorious pomposity; social media appetite for shocking value and controversy; increasingly prefunctory human connections; yadda yadda - but also executes everything in a way that, with each step, it wants to scream "that's the joke". Hence turning into a movie holding the mirror to high art pretentiousness, whilst also proving itself high-art pretentiousness - cause "that's the point tee hee". Again, this had some decent levels of absurd comedy - with some bits reminiscent of Roy Andersson's own gaga works - and a delirious party scene (hinted at in the trailer) that invites cult delight, and yet it makes you none the wiser, nor does it fully earn an acknowledgement towards being something truly serious.
Day Two
Good Time (link) - competing 2017 - the only thing I could say against this movie is that it failed to knock my socks off or anything. Otherwise, this created some rave at the festival and outside it, not being hard to see why. This is a new work by indie newcomers Safdie Brothers (Heaven Knows What, which I've yet to actually see) who don't shy away or sugarcoat anything in the process of bringing some grimy, suburban stories on the screen, as verité as possible, but also with some cinematic flair. This one's premise is as mild as a heist-gone-wrong for two brothers, one of them being mentally challenged and ending up imprisoned (Ben Safdie, interestingly casting himself in the role), while the other (Robert Pattison) goes then a limb to try everything in his powers (outside the law, biensur) to snatch his brother back. This caper is then delivered in an edgy fashion - extreme close-ups; joyless situations and cynical human interactions; rugged characters that give less the impression of actors playing roles than real life people. Slight adornment comes with a retro synth soundtrack offered by Oneohtrix Point Never and with different locations shot at their distinct visual potential - from the squalor of darkly lit households to wide-shot drone flybys of cars speeding on highways to the nocturnal neons in an amusement park. Pattison's acting was praised as growing into full method and, sure, he does a tight, fully invested job. This movie doesn't try by any means to be shocking or unsettling, but it does depict with subtle trepidation and dizziness someone's obsessive goals and trials in the name of brotherhood.
Jupiter's Moon (link) - competing 2017 - didn't go into this one with much expectations, because during the festival I had read mostly deriding reactions towards it. Just like Östlund above, Hungarian director Kornél Mundruczó stepped up to Palme competition tier after winning the Un Certain Regard with his previous movie, White God, one hard to explain (or even remember nowadays) except for the narrative and technical audacity of stray dogs storming through and wrecking havoc on the streets of Budapest. A clear element of technical wizardry from Mundruczó persists, as this new movie can at least treat you with a dazzling one shot intro of immigrants fleeing arrest through plains, swamps and forests, a 360°spin and destruction of an apartment chamber, a dizzy chase scene through a crowded subway station and, of course, magical scenes of human flight - as the premise is about a young Syrian refugee who gets mercilessly shot at the border only to awaken levitation abilities. Thereafter, a disgraced doctor tries to both protect him and take advantage of his powers, whilst the border police force embark themselves on a good old manhunt. Unfortunately, the movie otherwise dives into convoluted, multi-genred messiness - aiming to be a sympathetic refugee drama, a potential dissent towards the Hungarian government's border enforcement and alarming authoritarian undertones, a downcast dystopian brew strongly emulating Children of Men, a murky character study of empathy, solidarity or malevolence and some kind of "magic-realistic" superhero bolt. I even watched afterwards the press conference with this movie's crew and didn't get the sense Mundruczó can send a focused, rigurous message across; nor is he a polished stylist through and through. I even had some issues with the dialogues, as they seemed eerily and heavily overdubbed. This movie had perhaps the spark, even for such an audacious, mesmerizing concept, yet got bogged down by hardboiled cliches and weak narrative flows. This was Will Smith's favorite movie from the jury, so there you go.
BPM / 120 Battements par minute / 120 Beats per minute - Grand Prix (runner-up) 2017, but for a while the hot favorite, especially considering LGBT-favoring Almodovar was chairman of the jury - directed by Robin Campillo, who wrote the screenplay of a previous Palme d'Or winner Entre les murs / The Class (I've seen some confuse him as having also directed that one). Now, The Class was a fairly atypical Palme winner itself, yet, if it didn't reveal any special cinematic qualities, it still had great flow, dynamic and tension in its dialogues between a large group of actors - which is a direct nod to the screenplay. Well then, this one chronicles the French branch of the advocacy group ACT UP and its activity during the early 90s to get proper legal policies, medical transparency and better social awareness about the AIDS pandemic, and the movie's best parts rely, once more, in the screenwriter's virtue to create collective dialogues, debates, confrontations etc. that feel genuine, alert, emotional and interesting. Less fortunately, Campillo also decided to build a proper drama around a standout person from this group (the one in the poster, played by Nahuel Pérez Biscayart) and his life putting his heart out with the group, whilst struggling with the disease, something that's shown, in great lengths, through all its predictable phases - and it sure takes its sweet ass time; the last 30 minutes felt interminable. There is also explicit gay romance (well, maybe not entirely explicit; showing female genitalia is ok, but showing dongs is still a no-no, apparently) that, honestly, as I've hinted, rivaled with Blue Is the Warmest Color in terms of pure buzz value - though one scene in particular was of such unerotic context, it came off impressive in its depiction; there is also a penchant for a lot of discotheque transitioning scenes in which the character would kinetically purge their bodies; there were also CGI scenes of molecules and cells, meant to come off poetic and Mallickian, but which served little purpose. Overall, I would say that the lack of "any special cinematic qualities" surfaced in the drama chapters, as it aimed for more outside its socio-politically charged scenes of collective campaigning and debate. Not a bad movie by any means, if you want an emotional melodrama, but it's hard not think of it as by the book, in that regard.
Day Three
Jim Jarmusch's Paterson - competing 2016 - was also screened, but I didn't go see it a third time, except for getting there on time to rewatch my favorite scene from it, towards the end. I've written about it twice here, I don't need to expand upon what a subtle, humble gen I found it to be.
Happy End (link) - competing 2017 - this was... frustrating; it had what felt like a perfect finish during its last 15 minutes, but before that, for roughly an hour, I could almost feel my skin peel off. And I'm not saying this out of any naïveté of not being aware how much Michael Haneke can suck the soul out of you with his movies. In a way, everything he does here is as clinical, formalist and so-alike-him as in the past: the ensemble acting is great (including a 12-year old Fantine Harduin acting well beyond her age), although at the same time all the storylines were hella fragmented (purposefully so, one could say, but still); the realism is classy as always; he even incorporates Snapchat or Messaging in a way that's resourceful, plot relevant and sardonically delivered - yet it also felt like a minor chamber piece, with a lot of rehashed ideas of his, bafflingly so on occasion - I mean Jean-Louis Trintignant plays again an old widower who went through a certain experience with his wife that seems copy-effing-pasted out of Amour! So, really, there is nothing surprising in Haneke putting you through another story with a rich-people-are-awful moral of a rotten-to-its-core, big high-class family in which everyone's messed up in some way and, gradually, you'll find less motive to root for anyone in particular; but there was also little of great vision, this time around - or at least so it felt. I see that we're also supposed to believe this movie addresses in some way the refugee crisis, since it's shot at Calais and features some African refugees, even though those additions felt hamfisted in a "gee, rich white priviledge, shocker" way, plus Haneke downplayed it as Calais having been a mere pleasant or convenient location choice. Like, huh...?
Krotkaya / A Gentle Creature - competing 2017 - fatigue probably got to me with this last full-length feature of the festival, which required another two hours and a half to sit through. Directed by Sergei Loznitsa, with whom I was unfamiliar, and loosely adapted from an eponymous short by Dostoyevsky, this proved that, in stark contrast to Western cineasts mentioned above, self-absorbed in creating realism that's mostly just in their head, Eastern cinema (as I'm sure Zvyaginstev himself will prove once more) is absorbed in realism that still hits so bitterly close to home. Story is about a married woman with a faceless, nameless and ultimately "seen-less" husband serving time, who one day finds out the packages she's been sending to him were rejected and returned, with no official explanation. She then embarks on a journey to see his husband in prison, only to face the same bureaucratic and inhumane wall, not to mention expose herself to the dangers of a remote village with no real friendly face in sight. The woman's uncanny stoicism only deepens the miserable, vile world surrounding her, aching to be described as kafkaesque or to be seen as... well, y'know... Russia. Anyway, gossip I picked at the venue, plus a few local critics I read reacted positively to this woeful rural tale, that's so hyperrealistic in its ugly, depressing depiction of what seems like a genuine circle of hell, but I have to say I found it tough to endure. And for an hour and 45 minutes, it was purely that - but then, the director considered one final trick and pushed the narrative into the realm of magic realism, including a long-winded scene that seemed to satirize old communist congressional speeches, only to finally crash this fantasy itself into more dreariness. This was not really miserabilist cinema, but more like a morose, desolate fable. I just couldn't or didn't have energy left to resonate with it.
Unrelated to Cannes, but in connection with Loznitsa's movie, we were also treated with a Moldavian short film, Chers amis (this doesn't even have an IMDb page), directed by one of the actors from A Gentle Creature, Valeriu Andriuță. Running for 20 minutes, it's shot like a bottle episode of a TV drama, in which the teachers of a derelict school sit in the staffroom, each one invested with some stereotypical traits, sharing their woes as they face bitter winter and little resources, only to shortly be emboldened by an implausible donation/charity letter received all the way from France. The movie is meant as a bittersweet comedy, with its harsh reality sure to resonate deep not only in Moldova, but Romania as well, plus its humor translated well, too, at least for us, since at least half of the audience cracked up big time.
Addendum
Lastly, I could add to this bunch the fact that I've watched The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected) (link) in private - it got released on Netflix, afaik, if not also in theaters - which is the new Noah Baumbach movie. Personally, I'm not a Baumbach devotee by any means; each new movie of his either resonates with me to some degree or flies by. Whenever it's not mumblecore or hipster-esque, it's sure to still come off as something of a bittersweet, dysfunctional drama, which is the case here as well. I'm going to leave this one unrated for now, but sure, this is like a better Woodyallen-esque story than Woody Allen cares to conceive anymore these days and I could acknowledge that both Ben Stiller and Adam Sandler are steered into giving solid, quality performances as sons in a not-very-rewarding relationship with their loony, self-centered and difficult father, played by Dustin Hoffman. This was also referenced as a spiritual sequel to The Squid and the Whale, since it deals with pressuring relationships within a family of artists, bound to think too highly of themselves - but I remember not having enjoyed that movie one bit, and that must have been at an age in which I was still too young to even develop critical thinking, that's how little I must have enjoyed it. Also reminded me of The Savages for a good stretch of it. It was ok, savorful and maddening in its father-sons interactions, but again, you'll mostly get a shrug from me at the end of any Baumbach viewing.
As far as tendencies go, I sensed too much of a "going in the same direction previous Festival award-grabbers did" vibe, which is less than ideal, of course, in terms of actually promoting original, cutting edge or forward-thinking works. Oh look, auteurs who are sticking to their tropes and thus repeating themselves (Haneke, Baumbach, presumably Zvyagintsev as well)! Oh look, a liberal gay drama (Blue is the Warmest Color was only four years ago winkwinkwinkwink)! Oh look, a refugees drama! Oh look, self-congratulatory arthouse pretentiousness! Oui, ouiii, oh là là, c'est Cannes! I must be coming off strong by the tone of this, but this is probably the first year I've grown wary of these movies being more about pushing a certain agenda in search for laurels rather than crafting a potent message.
But anyway, let me now be even more verbose by going into the actual individual reviews.
A (10)/A- (9) / B+ (8) / B (7) / B- (6) / C (5) / D (3-4) / F (1-2) / No rating
Day One
The Square (link) - Palme d'Or 2017 - this movie is in a really weird spot, I'd say, since it's neither a top notch work to remember in five years' time as a Palme winner, but seeing its competition thus far, you could very well scratch your head in trying to answer "what else could / would / should have..." If some of you may be well familiar with the term "Oscarbait" and with the type of movies that may attain such a derogatory tag each year, well, this one may well be considered proper Cannesbait. I mean, it's not awful by any means and pulls off some absurd, cringe comedic stunts, but upon drawing the line, it also felt comprehensively shallow and insignificant.
Oh right, context. This was by Swedish director Robin Östlund, whose previous big work, Force Majeure, was also a critical hit (taking Cannes' Jury Prize in the Un Certain Regard - the small league - category). I appreciated that one to a certain degree, especially for creating a total potboiler of a psychological family drama out of a very small, triggering event, whilst also coating it with some alpine scenery, musical cues that are cheeky by default (Vivaldi's Seasons) and a merry dose of satirizing humor. Östlund's taste for satire carries over in full swing on this new movie, centered on a contemporary museum curator who sort of lives in his own bubble, both trying to organize an exhibition that's as elementary in its presentation as it is highfaluting in its message and experiencing within this line of work and prestige a high-bourgeois disconnection from real, pedestrian human living, only to then be shaken up by a real, pedestrian event that sends him into doing the stupidest shit, worthy of a Mr. Bean episode. This movie seriously throws its satirical themes right at you - art as a medium for snotty, vainglorious pomposity; social media appetite for shocking value and controversy; increasingly prefunctory human connections; yadda yadda - but also executes everything in a way that, with each step, it wants to scream "that's the joke". Hence turning into a movie holding the mirror to high art pretentiousness, whilst also proving itself high-art pretentiousness - cause "that's the point tee hee". Again, this had some decent levels of absurd comedy - with some bits reminiscent of Roy Andersson's own gaga works - and a delirious party scene (hinted at in the trailer) that invites cult delight, and yet it makes you none the wiser, nor does it fully earn an acknowledgement towards being something truly serious.
Day Two
Good Time (link) - competing 2017 - the only thing I could say against this movie is that it failed to knock my socks off or anything. Otherwise, this created some rave at the festival and outside it, not being hard to see why. This is a new work by indie newcomers Safdie Brothers (Heaven Knows What, which I've yet to actually see) who don't shy away or sugarcoat anything in the process of bringing some grimy, suburban stories on the screen, as verité as possible, but also with some cinematic flair. This one's premise is as mild as a heist-gone-wrong for two brothers, one of them being mentally challenged and ending up imprisoned (Ben Safdie, interestingly casting himself in the role), while the other (Robert Pattison) goes then a limb to try everything in his powers (outside the law, biensur) to snatch his brother back. This caper is then delivered in an edgy fashion - extreme close-ups; joyless situations and cynical human interactions; rugged characters that give less the impression of actors playing roles than real life people. Slight adornment comes with a retro synth soundtrack offered by Oneohtrix Point Never and with different locations shot at their distinct visual potential - from the squalor of darkly lit households to wide-shot drone flybys of cars speeding on highways to the nocturnal neons in an amusement park. Pattison's acting was praised as growing into full method and, sure, he does a tight, fully invested job. This movie doesn't try by any means to be shocking or unsettling, but it does depict with subtle trepidation and dizziness someone's obsessive goals and trials in the name of brotherhood.
Jupiter's Moon (link) - competing 2017 - didn't go into this one with much expectations, because during the festival I had read mostly deriding reactions towards it. Just like Östlund above, Hungarian director Kornél Mundruczó stepped up to Palme competition tier after winning the Un Certain Regard with his previous movie, White God, one hard to explain (or even remember nowadays) except for the narrative and technical audacity of stray dogs storming through and wrecking havoc on the streets of Budapest. A clear element of technical wizardry from Mundruczó persists, as this new movie can at least treat you with a dazzling one shot intro of immigrants fleeing arrest through plains, swamps and forests, a 360°spin and destruction of an apartment chamber, a dizzy chase scene through a crowded subway station and, of course, magical scenes of human flight - as the premise is about a young Syrian refugee who gets mercilessly shot at the border only to awaken levitation abilities. Thereafter, a disgraced doctor tries to both protect him and take advantage of his powers, whilst the border police force embark themselves on a good old manhunt. Unfortunately, the movie otherwise dives into convoluted, multi-genred messiness - aiming to be a sympathetic refugee drama, a potential dissent towards the Hungarian government's border enforcement and alarming authoritarian undertones, a downcast dystopian brew strongly emulating Children of Men, a murky character study of empathy, solidarity or malevolence and some kind of "magic-realistic" superhero bolt. I even watched afterwards the press conference with this movie's crew and didn't get the sense Mundruczó can send a focused, rigurous message across; nor is he a polished stylist through and through. I even had some issues with the dialogues, as they seemed eerily and heavily overdubbed. This movie had perhaps the spark, even for such an audacious, mesmerizing concept, yet got bogged down by hardboiled cliches and weak narrative flows. This was Will Smith's favorite movie from the jury, so there you go.
BPM / 120 Battements par minute / 120 Beats per minute - Grand Prix (runner-up) 2017, but for a while the hot favorite, especially considering LGBT-favoring Almodovar was chairman of the jury - directed by Robin Campillo, who wrote the screenplay of a previous Palme d'Or winner Entre les murs / The Class (I've seen some confuse him as having also directed that one). Now, The Class was a fairly atypical Palme winner itself, yet, if it didn't reveal any special cinematic qualities, it still had great flow, dynamic and tension in its dialogues between a large group of actors - which is a direct nod to the screenplay. Well then, this one chronicles the French branch of the advocacy group ACT UP and its activity during the early 90s to get proper legal policies, medical transparency and better social awareness about the AIDS pandemic, and the movie's best parts rely, once more, in the screenwriter's virtue to create collective dialogues, debates, confrontations etc. that feel genuine, alert, emotional and interesting. Less fortunately, Campillo also decided to build a proper drama around a standout person from this group (the one in the poster, played by Nahuel Pérez Biscayart) and his life putting his heart out with the group, whilst struggling with the disease, something that's shown, in great lengths, through all its predictable phases - and it sure takes its sweet ass time; the last 30 minutes felt interminable. There is also explicit gay romance (well, maybe not entirely explicit; showing female genitalia is ok, but showing dongs is still a no-no, apparently) that, honestly, as I've hinted, rivaled with Blue Is the Warmest Color in terms of pure buzz value - though one scene in particular was of such unerotic context, it came off impressive in its depiction; there is also a penchant for a lot of discotheque transitioning scenes in which the character would kinetically purge their bodies; there were also CGI scenes of molecules and cells, meant to come off poetic and Mallickian, but which served little purpose. Overall, I would say that the lack of "any special cinematic qualities" surfaced in the drama chapters, as it aimed for more outside its socio-politically charged scenes of collective campaigning and debate. Not a bad movie by any means, if you want an emotional melodrama, but it's hard not think of it as by the book, in that regard.
Day Three
Jim Jarmusch's Paterson - competing 2016 - was also screened, but I didn't go see it a third time, except for getting there on time to rewatch my favorite scene from it, towards the end. I've written about it twice here, I don't need to expand upon what a subtle, humble gen I found it to be.
Happy End (link) - competing 2017 - this was... frustrating; it had what felt like a perfect finish during its last 15 minutes, but before that, for roughly an hour, I could almost feel my skin peel off. And I'm not saying this out of any naïveté of not being aware how much Michael Haneke can suck the soul out of you with his movies. In a way, everything he does here is as clinical, formalist and so-alike-him as in the past: the ensemble acting is great (including a 12-year old Fantine Harduin acting well beyond her age), although at the same time all the storylines were hella fragmented (purposefully so, one could say, but still); the realism is classy as always; he even incorporates Snapchat or Messaging in a way that's resourceful, plot relevant and sardonically delivered - yet it also felt like a minor chamber piece, with a lot of rehashed ideas of his, bafflingly so on occasion - I mean Jean-Louis Trintignant plays again an old widower who went through a certain experience with his wife that seems copy-effing-pasted out of Amour! So, really, there is nothing surprising in Haneke putting you through another story with a rich-people-are-awful moral of a rotten-to-its-core, big high-class family in which everyone's messed up in some way and, gradually, you'll find less motive to root for anyone in particular; but there was also little of great vision, this time around - or at least so it felt. I see that we're also supposed to believe this movie addresses in some way the refugee crisis, since it's shot at Calais and features some African refugees, even though those additions felt hamfisted in a "gee, rich white priviledge, shocker" way, plus Haneke downplayed it as Calais having been a mere pleasant or convenient location choice. Like, huh...?
Krotkaya / A Gentle Creature - competing 2017 - fatigue probably got to me with this last full-length feature of the festival, which required another two hours and a half to sit through. Directed by Sergei Loznitsa, with whom I was unfamiliar, and loosely adapted from an eponymous short by Dostoyevsky, this proved that, in stark contrast to Western cineasts mentioned above, self-absorbed in creating realism that's mostly just in their head, Eastern cinema (as I'm sure Zvyaginstev himself will prove once more) is absorbed in realism that still hits so bitterly close to home. Story is about a married woman with a faceless, nameless and ultimately "seen-less" husband serving time, who one day finds out the packages she's been sending to him were rejected and returned, with no official explanation. She then embarks on a journey to see his husband in prison, only to face the same bureaucratic and inhumane wall, not to mention expose herself to the dangers of a remote village with no real friendly face in sight. The woman's uncanny stoicism only deepens the miserable, vile world surrounding her, aching to be described as kafkaesque or to be seen as... well, y'know... Russia. Anyway, gossip I picked at the venue, plus a few local critics I read reacted positively to this woeful rural tale, that's so hyperrealistic in its ugly, depressing depiction of what seems like a genuine circle of hell, but I have to say I found it tough to endure. And for an hour and 45 minutes, it was purely that - but then, the director considered one final trick and pushed the narrative into the realm of magic realism, including a long-winded scene that seemed to satirize old communist congressional speeches, only to finally crash this fantasy itself into more dreariness. This was not really miserabilist cinema, but more like a morose, desolate fable. I just couldn't or didn't have energy left to resonate with it.
Unrelated to Cannes, but in connection with Loznitsa's movie, we were also treated with a Moldavian short film, Chers amis (this doesn't even have an IMDb page), directed by one of the actors from A Gentle Creature, Valeriu Andriuță. Running for 20 minutes, it's shot like a bottle episode of a TV drama, in which the teachers of a derelict school sit in the staffroom, each one invested with some stereotypical traits, sharing their woes as they face bitter winter and little resources, only to shortly be emboldened by an implausible donation/charity letter received all the way from France. The movie is meant as a bittersweet comedy, with its harsh reality sure to resonate deep not only in Moldova, but Romania as well, plus its humor translated well, too, at least for us, since at least half of the audience cracked up big time.
Addendum
Lastly, I could add to this bunch the fact that I've watched The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected) (link) in private - it got released on Netflix, afaik, if not also in theaters - which is the new Noah Baumbach movie. Personally, I'm not a Baumbach devotee by any means; each new movie of his either resonates with me to some degree or flies by. Whenever it's not mumblecore or hipster-esque, it's sure to still come off as something of a bittersweet, dysfunctional drama, which is the case here as well. I'm going to leave this one unrated for now, but sure, this is like a better Woodyallen-esque story than Woody Allen cares to conceive anymore these days and I could acknowledge that both Ben Stiller and Adam Sandler are steered into giving solid, quality performances as sons in a not-very-rewarding relationship with their loony, self-centered and difficult father, played by Dustin Hoffman. This was also referenced as a spiritual sequel to The Squid and the Whale, since it deals with pressuring relationships within a family of artists, bound to think too highly of themselves - but I remember not having enjoyed that movie one bit, and that must have been at an age in which I was still too young to even develop critical thinking, that's how little I must have enjoyed it. Also reminded me of The Savages for a good stretch of it. It was ok, savorful and maddening in its father-sons interactions, but again, you'll mostly get a shrug from me at the end of any Baumbach viewing.
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Has anyone seen La La Land? What did you think? I had no desire to see it yet we ended up watching it last night and though I didn't really know how I felt last night, this morning I can't get it off my mind. It was like one of those old fashioned love story movies in black and white only it was now and in color. I'm curious as to whether anyone else saw it and loved it or hated it.
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I rewatch it every three years on Easter, so the timing seems perfect. ![grin :grin:](./images/smilies/grin.gif)
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"The open house" netflix original movie 1/10
Pretty lame, the storyline was v mediocre, typial horror movie where killer breaks in house & attempts murder.
Do not recommend to watch, the ending was a failure to all horror movies, there was no answer to why the killer was in the house. Didn't show his face. Acting was bad. & so was the jumpscares. Meh
Pretty lame, the storyline was v mediocre, typial horror movie where killer breaks in house & attempts murder.
Do not recommend to watch, the ending was a failure to all horror movies, there was no answer to why the killer was in the house. Didn't show his face. Acting was bad. & so was the jumpscares. Meh
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