M K

M K

Favorite films

  • The Big City
  • Inception
  • Fallen Angels
  • Out of the Past

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  • Maestro

    ★★½

  • Poor Things

    ★★★★★

  • May December

    ★★★★★

  • Field of Dreams

    ★★★★

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  • Lust Stories 2

    Lust Stories 2

    ★★

    1st story: 1/5
    2nd story: 5/5
    3rd story: 2/5
    4th story: 2.5/5

  • The Worst Person in the World

    The Worst Person in the World

    ★★★★★

    Having gotten over my months-long battle with a very annoying ear infection I have finally started to get caught up with several releases that I missed. One of the more anticipated ones amongst them was Joachim Trier’s Cannes hit The Worst Person in the World.

    Going into it with high expectations, I was slow to warm up to it, but in the end, was so moved by the film that I desperately want to make sense of it all, yet…

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  • Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood

    Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood

    ★★★★

    Tarantino loves Hollywood. Tarantino loves revenge fantasies. Tarantino loves grindhouse, and spaghetti westerns, and classic rock. Tarantino also loves feet. So it comes as no surprise that for his ninth - and allegedly penultimate - feature, Tarantino has put together a shamelessly violent homage to the tinsel town’s tumultuous transformation during the height of the counterculture movement fueled by a wonderfully infectious soundtrack, riddled with feet - predominately those belonging to humans of the female gender - and named after…

  • Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!

    Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!

    ★★½

    The sets are beautiful, the clothes are beautiful, the cinematography is beautiful, the staging is beautiful, and the actors are beautiful.

    But what is the point? A charitable reading of the movie could interpret the Stockholm syndrome plot as a metaphor for addiction suffered by the central character; an unwanted guest forces itself in your life, slowly taking more and more control until you give in and accept it as a part of yourself. Because otherwise there really isn’t anything…