Probably hadn’t seen this since the theater, or at least in 20+ years, and for about fifteen minutes I thought I’d stumbled onto something that needed reappraisal. Keaton is going for something with his killer’s tics and tight grins and Garcia exudes desperation in his big sad eyes that makes their first meeting crackle.
Eventually, though, too many implausible leaps in logic bury any semblance of a more interesting movie under a heap of mid action. It just sort of…
Mostly on autopilot, but some good faces. It’s funny seeing Bronson try to be the objective journalist.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Yes it’s interminably long for no real reason and yes it’s incredibly emo, but goddamn if it’s impossible to turn away from. Even in its most self serious moments. Love the dreamy soft focus touch to many of the scenes. Love the detective elements and the entire wet vibe. Love that the big car chase has penguin stuck in immovable traffic. Love that The Riddler is some 4chan troll with 500 followers.
Did not love much of the Catwoman subplot, which might have been better in a sequel.
Seems the main theme is too many characters in Gotham have metaphorical and sometimes literal wings.
My favorite movie of the year. It is beautiful to take in, scenery painted by god. It’s funny and sad in equal parts, with too many incredible performances to narrow down.
This will run you through the gamut of emotions. McDonagh can so easily slip natural humor into awkward or emotionally touching scenes. It’s about such a wide array of feelings and levels of strain and stress we go through to maintain relationships around us.
Sometimes, we just need peace and quiet. Moving.
