Scott dares the audience to accept what he is doing, no questions asked, making House of Gucci a lethally deranged haute couture treatise on avarice, fashion, family and fame I’m going to be thinking about for a long time to come.
King Richard is one of 2021’s best films. See it at once.
The Electrical Life of Louis Wain is a suitably strange biopic that goes out of its way to emulate the documented idiosyncratic peculiarities of its subject. It’s also a movie I wish I enjoyed far more than I frustratingly did.
This is a richly talented ensemble, and every member puts forth their best effort.
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.
Sorkin’s latest directorial offering The Trial of the Chicago 7 is timely, engaging and undeniably thought-provoking. It is also spectacularly acted across the board.
The Outpost wrecked me, and when it was over I was so exhausted and had gone through so many tissues I needed to slap a little water in my face to regain my composure.
“This story was about regular dudes. Guys who are not necessarily career military…I thought that was very interesting. I’m making a movie about people you don’t make movies about. That’s exciting.”
– Rod Lurie
Just Mercy is a good film. Destin Daniel Cretton does a fine job balancing the many dramatic dynamics of his film, rarely allowing the proceedings to dip too far into maudlin melodrama or schmaltzy cliché, while at the same time Jaimie Foxx delivers one of the best performances of his Oscar-winning career.