linklater / buñuel / tarantino / hitchcock
film noir / golden age b-movies / 70s comedies
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Undeniable. The Great Indian Movie in a way that even Deewar is not. So much thematically denser than it needs to be; impossible not to interpret it a million different ways.
The colonial metaphor is evident. A greedy outside force swoops in, and takes advantage of the desperation and trustworthiness of the poor farmers to slowly capture their wealth, spiralling them deeper and deeper into his control until eventually they lose their very crown jewels. A generation is raised under…
I keep forgetting that as funny as I find Groucho, equally unfunny I find Harpo and Chico and the songs and basically everything else about their movies.
Well directed and beautifully shot, but extraordinarily poorly written, to the point where it's actually hard to believe that they started production on a script this amateur in the first place.
What's really tragic is that the film really could have been something. The pieces are all here. Even the casting is great. And the conceit alone is so fascinating: two million dollars of coke somewhere on the premises, a house full of people with shifting allegiances, paranoia and suspense…
Watched on the 13th.
Holy hell. One of the hardest watches I can think of since Irreversible. Graham really did not pull any punches. By far the most heartbreaking scene to me was when Maria Potts cuts off Billy's ropes and frees him, and his first reaction (even before acknowledging her) is to run to the river and wash himself. As she watches the man she loves clean himself of the filth left behind by their captors, she realises that…