Mank is nothing more than a metaphorical celluloid sled of failed dreams and misguided ambition burning to ash in a fiery furnace fueled by frustratingly combustible emptiness.
Ride Like a Girl is a victorious gem, sprinting to the finish line with a gleeful enthusiasm that’s downright infectious.
The Traitor is a sprawling exposé that covers decades of criminal escapades, all of it seen through the eyes of a man who refuses to consider himself an informer.
Harriet is more than a dramatic history lesson. It is a piece of filmmaking excellence I am almost certain to revisit, and a film I’m fairly positive I’ll appreciate even more once I have done so.
Fletcher is channeling All That Jazz and Absolute Beginners but with a Hairspray meets Mamma Mia! high-gloss glittery shimmer, the grit and angst of the tortured artist juxtaposed against a Technicolor milieu that’s been art directed and costumed within an inch of its rockabilly heart.
Bernie is simply unlike anything else out there making its way through the multiplexes right now. It is unique and tells a story many have never heard about with intelligence, style and panache.
It’s an epic film I think is only going to improve as time goes by, and as cinematic revolutions go Che ranks up there as one of the ambitious director’s crowning achievements.