Scorsese made Goodfellas, Copola made The Godfather, but Elaine May made Mike and Nicky, and it's the only one that makes any sense to me.
Here's your gangsters.
Scorsese made Goodfellas, Copola made The Godfather, but Elaine May made Mike and Nicky, and it's the only one that makes any sense to me.
Here's your gangsters.
In isolated scenes, The Brutalist captures my attention and excites me with it's deep bravado. Zoomed out, as a whole story, I don't find it all that compelling.
My favorite part was the end, before the epilogue. The damnation and following havok. That all could sit as a film on its own. Except I wouldn't have rested the last shot on the cross. As a symbol, they are incredibly kitschy, no?
Lastly, I do like these sort of big swings, even if they don't always hit.
Tati's are my favorites. I don't always watch them actively, most of the time having them in the background. A movie that is dream-like security footage of a miniature park in heaven, I am god checking in. Less of a narrative and more of captured moments in these little play people's lives. They really do seem like the closest thing to heaven for me sometimes. Things all neatly in order, living their silly lives. They don't make me laugh out…
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Slightly off kilter film whose wholesome campiness stole my heart. I'm not exactly sure how or when but I realized it only after I was swept up. Perhaps it happened when the crush between Megan and Graham was landing, or maybe it was before that, looking at Megan's contorted face as she announced drooling that she was a homosexual. Her face: both a thing of comedy and real life trauma, the running modes of the films production.
The humor is…