Favorite films
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
I saw this long after its main theatrical run, in a small empty theater, with its lone other occupant arriving 20 minutes into the showing and, among all the available seats, choosing to plop right next to me. A moment of forced intimacy, of quiet absurdity. It was the kind of moment that takes you out of yourself, makes you hyper-aware of the space you occupy. And in some strange way, it felt like a fitting prelude to Anora—a film…
Bong Joon Ho’s Mickey 17 is, at its best, a quiet film about loneliness. Which surprised me. The marketing and even the early scenes suggest something more madcap—an absurdist sci-fi romp with big ideas and broad comedy. Sure, those elements are here, but what lingers most is the sadness. It creeps in between the jokes, in the quiet pauses between Robert Pattinson’s lines, in the way he carries himself as yet another disposable body for the colony’s survival. The weight…
Spectacle, very little substance. Farleigh’s innocuous comment in the first 10 min of the movie, that style is everything, is the thesis of this film. Modern day Theseus.
It did manage to make me feel bad for rich people, so I guess an achievement all in itself.
Edit: in retrospect, just disappointing how close it came to making a point, any point, on class/ cultural disparity. At the end, it’s a garish fantasy that the rich like to believe about the…