Movies are amazing. Movies can change your life. Or, at least, how you view parts of your life. This movie changed the way I think about my mom. But not in the way you might assume.
It’s taken me a long time to pull my thoughts together on the profound experience of seeing and continually reflecting on this film. I’ve relished its continued success but largely avoided consuming a lot of the discourse about it to prevent tarnishing my experience…
Me, listening to the Polly Platt series on You Must Remember This: Peter Bogdanovich is a MONSTER! How could anyone ever be so cruel and self-centered and vapid and selfish?! I can NOT imagine anyone EVER abandoning his wife and children like that ...
Me, watching The Heartbreak Kid: I WOULD THROW MY ENTIRE LIFE AWAY FOR YOU CYBILL SHEPHERD MARRY ME NOW
And, thus, this is a 106-minute masterpiece of American cringe comedy, a thorough excoriation of male naivety…
A handsomely made tale of a steadfastly upright and moral man who understands that the best way to drive a narcissistic head of state with supreme authority mad is to simply tell him “no” or “I don’t approve.”
The film certainly takes the perspective that Thomas More is completely and fully justified in his cause, while not acknowledging that he is similarly devoted to a religious structure led by a supreme authority that never likes to be told no. Is…
A film with more on its mind than I initially gave it credit for, and even if it makes all that clear by its characters often saying all of their quiet parts out loud, eventually. But this deserves to be appreciated for the way it gently but decidedly pushes the envelope of institutions and systems without ripping it apart, for the way it manages to inspire controversy and discomfort but in legitimate and authentic but not bombastic ways. This is…
It’s like going to see a band you like, but first you have to sit through two garbage openers, a halfway-decent middle act that still feels like a waste of time, and then the headliner you were dying for doesn’t come out for another hour and when they do, the drummer is singing lead vocals. And the whole time, Tim Roth is standing next to you acting like Mr. Bean but speaking in a voice that’s two octaves too high, for some inexplicable reason.
The filmmaking is certainly unrivaled, but most positive reviews on this site seem based on shock value and the film's previous unavailability alone.
There's a really, really uncomfortable thread here that modern anti-#MeToo critics would lovingly embrace. Accusers, as Russell presents them, are just repressed, needy women who level baseless accusations in an effort to ruin our heroes — mustachioed men who settle down after their previous philandering left a trail of wrecked women but no consequences for them. Other…
