The Killing of a Sacred Deer isn’t a movie designed to be broken down into 140-character reactions. Instead, this two hours of psychosomatic carnage wants to linger in the psyche as long as it can, provoking a nightmare of uncertain dread that will last all through the night, into the next morning and well into a futuristic beyond seemingly without end.
All I See Is You had promise, massive amounts, but it can’t deliver on just about any of it, making it a blindly incoherent failure not worth opening one’s eyes to.
But a couple of great scenes here and some solid performances there unfortunately do not make up for the fact so little of Suburbicon ends up resonating. The movie doesn’t work, and while I can respect the attempt that’s not near enough for me to recommend anyone out there waste their time giving Clooney’s latest a look.
The climactic third of this story had me sitting on the edge go my seat constantly pushing back tears, the last images a heartfelt celebration of perseverance and empathy I wanted to sit in my seat and revel in long after the screen faded to black. Wonderstruck is a goldmine of emotional purity, its cabinet of wonders one I cannot wait to open again as soon as I can.
Never shying away from the stark, tragic truths always silently lurking in plain sight, there is something universal here that stops the heart right in its tracks, The Florida Project building to a single moment of selfless friendship that is as fantastical as it is breathtaking.
“It’s really difficult to speak about it, but I just feel that the goal with these films, if there is a goal, it’s to really show the common thread amongst all of that. Hopefully that leads to empathy, because if you can empathize with a character, even if you can’t 100-percent put yourself in their shoes and walk in their shoes, that helps make the world a better place.”
– Sean Baker
Anyone buying a ticket to Geostorm should hopefully know what they’re in for. This is a motion picture where Gerard Butler basically punches weather in the face, doing so with extreme prejudice.
As sensational as Garfield and especially Foy are, as remarkable as Robin and Diana’s story undeniably is, there just wasn’t enough going on inside Breathe to keep my attention for a full two hours; a disappointing turn of events to say the least.
My love for Winnie-the-Pooh and his many adventures knows no limitations; my admiration of Goodbye Christopher Robin almost equally as strong. Silly old bear, indeed.