my my, grandmother, what rippling biceps you have…. all the better to mog you with, my dear…
a very straightforward little red riding hood story explored as high and low as it will go. The character design, sets, and score all laser focus on communicating the incomprehensible weight of the state and its toll on the human mind, lending what would otherwise be simple dialogue and character decisions the gravity necessary to truly displace the viewer’s ego. The Special Unit…
a lighthearted, tried-and-true romance that wobbles a bit in its politics but puts up enough numbers to be given some grace. If more people were like them, we probably would’ve had a better version of this movie. I consider this self-effacing stance, however unintentional, to be admirable.
that being said, I was cold and this warmed me right up.
Rewatched!
while some of the “slow-burn atmospheric horror” elements felt purely there to give the standout moments some breathing room, we can understand that they are important in conveying to the audience that yes, this is an A24 film and no, it’s not like the other movies. It’s cinema.
Regrettably, this film shares one notable failure with basically every other movie — a notable lack of well-illuminated dong. I’m not talking about some 8:1 backlit silhouette shit; i’m saying whip…
Ti West pays a wonderful homage to NBC’s The Emerald City by asking, “what if we make the scarecrow fuckable”
overall probably a tighter film than X as a result of limiting the scope and sticking to a more predictable narrative arc. That isn’t to say it’s boring or unoriginal — the formal structure of tragedy is the foundation of our ability to sympathize with Pearl’s psychopathy. Unlike X, which revealed its hand too soon and then failed to deliver on…
