It’s all in the eyes.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and never has there been a film more indicative of this statement. The film lives and dies upon its actresses’ remarkable ability to tell the story with their eyes. So much of this film’s storytelling lies in the stolen glances, the prolonged stares, the one last looks between the two lead actresses. And they deliver. Adéle Haenel and Noémie Merlant have some of the most…
Propelled by Fernanda Torres's masterclass of a performance and director Walter Salles's memory like direction, cinematography, and lighting, I'm Still Here is an utterly devastating and all too timely provocation to continue condemning the crimes of the past so they may not be repeated. I left the theater heartbroken filled with righteous anger and that is the sign of damn good filmmaking.
So we're just going to glaze over the fact that Stephen King had a wild ass childhood? Okay then
Tilda Swinton: *sweats for 18 minutes"
Academy: omg here's an Oscar
