The best movie ever made that I totally understand why somebody might consider it one of the worst.
Something darkly oppressive about baroque in black-and-white. Without the colour, perhaps all that's left is the violent power it's meant to simultaneously reflect and obscure.
The extras, abstracted from personhood by their unnerving stillness, part of the set more than part of the cast, even when they speak their repetitive dialogue.
A game you can't lose is no game at all. But…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
My understanding of this one had always been that it's about four witnesses of the same event sharing their contradictory good-faith accounts of it to a court. "That's not how I remember it," and all that. A tale of how human memory is subjective, can not be objective.
But that's not what Rashomon is about at all: It's about four witnesses of the same event choosing, one way or another, to actively lie about what they saw.
Tajōmaru the bandit…
Another Christmas guardian angel Best Picture nominee. The post-WW2 Academy really had a raging boner for these inspirational flicks, huh.
In short, David Niven is having trouble finding funding for the cathedral he believes it is necessary to build. His focus on this puts a real strain on his relationship with his titular wife and their daughter. Praying on it, his calls for spiritual guidance are answered by guardian angel Cary Grant. But much to David Niven's frustration, Cary Grant…
Not super familiar with Great Expectations, so only judging this as a single film. In short, handsome production, well made, have some issues with the story.
A big thing I'm missing, really, is, we never see him learn the ways. I called this My Fair Lady-but-for-boys, but where Eliza has to spend quite a lot of time learning how to be a lady, Pip adapts to the role of gentleman instantly. He goes in like a fart and a half…
This is alright, but you can tell this is by the Every Frame a Painting guy and not by, say, an Every Script Page a Novel guy. If you know what I mean. Looks great, though. It's all very deliberate.
The first sixty of these 77 minutes are trash. At best it's disposable, and at worst it's openly vile and toxic about mental health issues and what might drive a person to suicide. In the middle of those two extremes it's also very dumb about the internet. And not in the fun way a dumb slasher about a cursed phone or whatever can be, it's more like how your parents or your dumbest uncle can be dumb about the internet.…
