“What color are his hands now?”
Enjoyed this much more this time.
Probably because I watched it with a target demographic: my 13 year old son. He is all in on Muppets right now.
And I am here for it.
A joy.
“What color are his hands now?”
Enjoyed this much more this time.
Probably because I watched it with a target demographic: my 13 year old son. He is all in on Muppets right now.
And I am here for it.
A joy.
This movie did a lot of telling, and less showing. It talked too much.
The set up was intriguing, and I was beginning to enjoy the psychological cat and mouse conversations that start the mission in Hugh Grant's house. But as soon as they go downstairs, the film shows how thin it is. As thin as the false choice between religions only being true or not true.
Most people I know who regularly go to church, including me, live somewhere…
Lonely, beautiful, aching. Probably the most affecting film I've ever watched. This one went right into my soul and didn't let go.
Catharsis.
I rarely deal in superlatives, but an experience like this is why I watch movies.
Thanks letterboxd. Without you I never would have seen this.
I recently described the idea "I can do anything" as an intimidating lie. I believe it sets us (and our children) up for disappointment, disillusionment, and apathy. I try to live by "I can do some stuff pretty well and a few things really well." It helps me to not measure myself against unnecessary standards.
So for much of this movie I was a bit uncomfortable as I watched with my children. I was more on edge for most of…