All of Soderbergh’s films have a trademark sharp, clean, clinical edge to them. It often holds me back from connecting to his work.
The cool sterility of a spy film (and Fassbender’s unflappable persona) are aided by Soderbergh’s tendency here. It dabbles in interesting thoughts around marriage and love; trust and faithfulness being the crux on which the story hangs. Everyone seems to be holding themselves very still, waiting for the first person to flinch which is a slow (but…
Mickey 17 had the same inauspicious job following Parasite that Burn After Reading had following No Country for Old Men.
Like Burn After Reading it’s a broad, over the top, physically comedic, darkly satirical film completely unconcerned with taking itself seriously that is following a grimmer masterpiece. Both feel like the Coens and Bong Joon-ho are just blowing off steam and having fun.
Mickey 17 is directly akin to Okja in Bong Joon-ho’s tone and style, and frankly, it’s an approach that’s just…
Few elements reflect the two timeless truths of the transcendence of being fully present, immersed in a task that strips away the distractions with which we choke ourselves, and that there are things worse than death in this life. We forget them, and most possess full lives without really being present in a single day of it. But the mountains show this. And those who climb them live a burning witness for us. It is a wonderful, beautiful gift and…
It's our story but not the one we like to tell ourselves.
An imperious, indomitable epic in the poetic sense. The film moves us through the machinations of the post war period and through Laszlo's story along the twin rails of our nation's industry and immigrants; these are the steel used as resources to carry the engine of our culture, our ambition, our actions, and thus our souls to where they lie today. The question is left at our feet:…
