The final 15 minutes are explosive, not so much for their scares (there really aren’t any) but because of the way Bertelsen and Ruhlin so deftly pull at the viewer’s heartstrings. It’s pretty stunning, Welcome to Mercy asking questions regarding faith, religion, parenthood and self-sacrifice I found moving.
Can You Ever Forgive Me? is a tremendously entertaining motion picture overflowing in laughs, tears, insights and numerous other indelible moments, all of it centered on an unforgettable character whose larger-than-life antics confirm once again that truth truly is far stranger than fiction could ever hope to be.
Guadagnino doesn’t so much improve upon Argento’s original (which isn’t possible) so much as he makes his interpretation exist as its own, ingeniously idiosyncratic entity outside of the original source material. Watching it cast its bloody, violently unhinged spell is a thing of poetical majesty, ultimately making it a viewing experience I’m not soon to forget.
Our House might not go anyplace I found to be unexpected or original, but that does not mean it still didn’t get there with enough flair and creative energy to keep me entertained.
What They Had spoke to me with such astonishing clarity I almost couldn’t believe it.
For all his obvious skill behind the camera, Hill’s debut left me too anxious, questioning and somewhat angry for me to be able to feel comfortable extolling any of its many virtues, and even if I reassess Mid90s at some point in the future I honestly don’t see my feelings changing anytime soon.
For all its creative resourcefulness and artistic aspirations, Don’t Go just made me angry, and as I can’t go back into the past to erase this effort from my memory all I can do at this point is just warn everyone reading to not repeat my mistake.
While it looks stunning, and while many of the performances are outstanding, The Happy Prince never engaged all of my emotions, all of which sadly makes it a Wilde biopic where the wit upstages the heart and the clever isn’t nearly shrewd enough to conceal its more noticeable shortcomings.
I don’t dislike Johnny English Strikes Again. It’s perfectly harmless and I have nothing against Atkinson trotting this character back out for a third escapade. But much like its predecessors, I’m never going to watch it again.