Despite the third act derailing a little bit, there’s a great scene where the entire thesis on the family man comes into play. The profiler talks about Cooper as we cut to picture frames of him being a normal, outgoing, seemingly harmless man:
“This individual is not a projection of our fears.
He is real, comfortable and thriving.
He doesn’t set off warning signals
in our nervous system,
but he is profoundly different.
A parent might have sensed this at…
Everyone wants to be Jordan Peele or Ari Aster until it’s time to be Peele or Aster. Ayo Edebiri is great, as she is in everything, but I feel like that’s mostly where my praise ends. Opus is all spooky vibes, but no grit, no texture. And the worst part is that it starts to reach its potential in one particularly unsettling scene, but then gets written off in such a rushed cop out of an ending. John Malkovich is delectably…
Jesus Christ, somehow this was even worse than I anticipated. Horizon: Chapter 1 is a drawn-out and muddled western; a slow-roast with bland ingredients. I’ve grown skeptical about this trend of tv-style writing in recent films, but here it’s actually unbearable. Characters on top of characters, a whole sprawl of sub-plots that never seem to find their footing. Kevin Costner, who I’m sure has directed a good movie before, doesn’t really have the visual eye to meet the demands of…
I was absolutely blown away, the choreography, the writing, the music and the lyrics, Audiard’s bold direction, Selena Gomez’s Spanish, its commentary on transgender themes… are all so fucking ASS
