I recently referred to myself as a “fan of Dominik” when mentioning that I still had to see Blonde, but upon further examination of that statement I started to wonder if that was really true or if I just loved The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford that much.
I still love that film, although it is vastly overdue for a revisit. I doubt my opinion of it will change much though. Every memory I have it is one…
maybe I’m just getting old or something but I’ve grown to really dislike these types of movies. Graphics on the screen and shit. Probably not a age thing because Smokin’ Aces is older than my teenage daughter and I hated that movie when it came out. Full disclosure, during the last act of this I was playing Octopath Traveler on my Switch, and I don’t do stuff like that. Just completely lost me by that point.
I have been staring at this blank canvas for a good half hour now, and I still can't find the words. How the hell do I start a review about a film like this? I walked out of the cinema in a daze, baffled and thrilled and grinning like a damn fool. My car is a two door red Honda Civic and yet I approached a white SUV with my keys out as if it was my ticket home because…
Slow motion.
Tom Cruise on a motorcycle shooting guns.
Slow motion.
Tom Cruise in a fist fight.
Slow motion.
Explosion.
Car flips over.
Explosion.
Slow motion.
Tom Cruise's hair.
Slow motion.
Explosion.
Slow motion.
