Not going to mince words: I’m in love with idiosyncratic director Yorgos Lanthimos’ mind-bending historical drama-comedy-thriller-satire-political commentary oddity The Favourite.
Vox Lux begins with an act of violence so sudden, so explosive, so exploitive it wouldn’t surprise me if some viewers stop watching barely ten minutes into the movie.
Roma is a feast. It is a feast for the eyes. It is a feast for the senses. Most of all, writer/director Alfonso Cuarón’s latest is a feast for the soul, this meditative marvel of memory, regret, friendship, family, history and love a majestic treasure trove of emotion that is stunning in its empathetically human largess.
Anna and the Apocalypse is a spectacular blood-soaked blast of mirth, mayhem and music, and even if this might be the end of the world the filmmakers have still delivered a raucous celebration of high school Sturm und Drang that’s an apocalyptic delight I cannot wait to watch, and sing along with, again sometime soon.
I didn’t give Mick Garris’ Sleepwalkers enough credit back in 1992. It’s a much better film than I originally stated filled with some deliciously devious moments. At the same time, it’s still not the most memorable supernatural offering of the era, and even with Stephen King’s name front and center this still feels like a middle-of-the-road tale from the iconic author than it does one of his essential pieces of horror fiction.
“In animation, we often film references of ourselves or act it out ourselves. When we’re doing these things, we’re thinking of our own life experiences. There’s so much of us in this movie. Hopefully you don’t see us, but it resonates because it’s real.”
– Kira Lehtomaki
If this sequel isn’t quite the marvel it processor was that doesn’t make it any less entertaining, and whether for die-hard fans of the series who have been there since the beginning or for newcomers who just came to it on the strength of Coogler’s 2015 opus, Creed II is a pugnacious delight worth getting into the theatrical ring to see.
The Front Runner isn’t the historical evisceration I feel like it potentially could have been, and no matter what Reitman or his fellow filmmakers’ intentions this is one political reenactment that comes up a few votes short of being able to declare an Electoral College victory.
While I can recommend Green Book it isn’t without some rather substantial reservations, and as glorious as the blossoming friendship between Tony and Dr. Shirley made me feel, I still can’t help but wish I’d spent more time seeing this world through the latter’s eyes instead of his Caucasian chauffeur’s.