It’s hard not to feel Paul King’s directorial absence here. The pace and sequencing is a little bit ham-fisted to rush the plot along. There’s one-too-many goofy needle-drops. The third film in the series stands small in Paddington 2’s colossal cultural shadow, but that’s to be expected.
Accepting it for everything it could never be, Paddington in Peru is a wonderful time. It’s silly, theatrical, slapstick, corny, nonsensical, but full of so much heartwarming love that yet again I’m struggling…
Gorgeous, tragic, heartbreakingly beautiful film. Surprisingly tame for Lynch from the experimental and surreal, although it sneaks itself in at a few moments. I was captivated, but mostly, in several scenes, I found myself actually unable to breathe, choking back what ended up being more tears than I ever expected.
Incredible lighting and production design. The “Clamp” logo is one of the sickest pieces of fake in-movie branding I’ve ever seen. Hilarious shit happening constantly. Can’t believe I hadn’t seen it til now. Better than the first.
