Favorite films
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
The Brutalist mistakes architectural grandeur for emotional depth, a hollow exercise that leaves its characters drifting like ghosts through their own story. Adrien Brody provides sparks of authenticity, offering fleeting glimpses of what this film could have been, while Guy Pearce somehow breathes life into his underwritten role through sheer force of talent.
The dialogue lands with the artificial weight of a first-draft theater workshop, while the film's bloated second half meanders without purpose. Really is a film of two…
"Walk the Line," but with added folky twang and the wheeze of a harmonica.
Chalamet smokes, strums, mumbles, and squints his way to mythic status with a head full of riddles and no map. Watching this as an ex-smoker, I’m not sure which craving hit harder—a cigarette or the subtitles.
This is part glittering Oscar bait, part sterilised nostalgia trip, scrubbed clean of the grit that made the era sing. A film that plays the right chords but lacks the guts to smash the guitar.
Come for the epic battles, stay because it’s three and a half hours long. This film is proof that you can save a village, change cinema forever, and still not have time for a bathroom break