Staged in every sense of the word.
I'd neither read nor seen the play, and so had plenty to enjoy in the very well preserved bones of August Wilson's text, on which this adaptation is so sparingly built. As far as others' experience goes it makes the sheer heat of feeling in the text, especially the monologues, a fresh revelation.
Aside from that, as you already know, Boseman and Davis fight over this film delectably, gifting characters that feel far…
I've lost the time to pour into long reviews, which is a shame as these next few Star Wars outings are likely to have provoked thoughts that require far more justification than the showboating slapdowns the previous trilogy received.
This isn't to say I've found my forever film and now live with it in a hoarder's paradise of paraphernalia, adorned with every poster imaginable, with shrines to George and various new era directors and VFX artists and what have you…but…
HERE WE FUCKIN GO
It took nearly 24 long years but I finally caved in to pressure and took this beast on.
First of all, for all the fans who may quite rightly be absolutely appalled by what they'll read the next few weeks, let's set the groundwork:
1. Yes I truly have never seen a Star Wars film, barring a very vague memory of some dude falling in lava from when I was a wee lad. Was pretty gnarly,…
An unsurprising case of the age-old problem wherein a film has such a distractingly huge reputation that its fails to land anywhere close to where it's placed by those who grew up with it.
Granted, I'm in the middle of the personal-cultural no-man's-land that is childless adulthood wherein I've no nostalgia of my own for this film to doolally about with like a cherub in a bath-tub nor my own cherub to enjoy it with, but I was still left…
