Charlie Kaufman's ghostwriter.
I cried during the Sonic movie; my opinions are worthless.
Feels like satire of conservatives' idea of liberal filmgoers: that they'll sympathize with a cartel lord as long as they claim a marginalized identity.
Poor musical numbers, uneven storyline but wildey audacious, Emilia Perez bites off more than it can chew. I expected to hate it a lot more, but it's kind of just "whatever" bad.
It was like witnessing the most powerful autism spirit bomb in history.
Utterly soulless and devoid of any emotion or clear tone. The film relies on vapid sensations received from technically impressive imagery, but lacks anything else besides that. Some of the performances were utterly embarrassing. Rebecca Ferguson's expressions of distress and sadness in nearly every scene she's in prevented me from taking her character seriously. Seeing this woman ugly cry and whisper Paul for 40 minutes was mind-numbing. I can't even remember a single character that I actually found interesting, everyone…
With his trip to Paris Kendrick cements himself as one of the most inventive and kinetic performers of our time...as if the world needed more proof.