A Chronicle of a Friendship’s Death Foretold
Elaine May somehow manages to package a heartbreaking story about the decay of a lifelong friendship within the context of a paranoid gangster flick so effortlessly, that it’s easy to forget which you’re watching at times
I can’t say much that hasn’t already been said, and a lot of it’s captured in the reviews I’ve liked
But man, there’s nothing worse than when you start to hate those same qualities in a person that were, at a time, beyond endearing
You want to refuse all that? You want to give it all up? You want to give up the taste of cherries?
Let me preface this by saying that I don’t care for historical accuracy - if I did, I would have watched a documentary
What I DO care about is a good movie, and Ridley Scott you have disappointed me
I felt like I was watching cardboard cutouts act on screen. Paul Mescal you haven’t moved me. Pedro Pascal you left me wanting for more. I don’t know what the fuck either of the emperors were doing. Denzel you were alright.…
