I’ve often thought of the effects of nostalgia when watching a film. There’s films I think so highly of because I have a history with them, which isn’t a bad thing, but it begs the question if any first watch can even compare. Then I saw There Will Be Blood.
I could talk for hours about this film, and should you be unlucky enough to hear that, you could blame it purely on the fascination with character at its centre.…
I get the high reviews, but it’s just not for me. I’m man enough to admit that I don’t enjoy spending time out of my comfort zone, and wherever that is, it’s a good 10,000 miles away from this.
It’s still a positive experience which is a credit to the film, but ew guys. Fuckin, EW.
This year has been one of the most jarring Best Picture nominations to watch through. It demonstrates what I feel is some of the worst of modern cinema, yet in the case of Nickel Boys, it also demonstrates some of the best.
Yes the first person perspective takes a bit to settle into, but goddamn it’s such a personal watch. You’re not given the privilege of viewing the story as an outsider, you’re right between the eyes of its victims.…
Unapologetically sincere, this film makes no sense but it doesn’t even matter. It’s abandoning all responsibility and looking 20 years younger doing it. It’s a game of catch with your heroes. It’s a firm handshake with a dearly missed loved one. Watched it with my dad, and it made it all the more special.
Is this Iowa? No, this is heaven.
