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This didn’t fail to make me laugh once the first time I saw it, and the second time round is no different. It’s got a great message about toxic masculinity, it’s crazy how a man in a woman’s shoes highlights so many issues in a playful yet obviously alarming way. Kick ass soundtrack, Jessica Lange & Dustin Hoffman killed it and Dorothy Michael’s photoshoot is timeless.
A thing of hard core beauty perfect sums The Brutalist up, a rigid mammoth epic that feels part Once Upon a Time in America and There Will be Blood. Unsurprised by Brody’s performance, but the off-kilter and sometimes wildly disturbing nature was immense, incredibly satisfying.
It’s so meticulously constructed that it felt like watching some monstrous painting come to life. Genuinely is what I’d expect from a film titled something like Megalopolis. As wonderful and deserving Anora is for this years best picture, The Brutalist tops it for me.
Life is Unsweet. Meantime as a title fits so well, cause everyone’s mean all of the time. Gary Oldman plays an absolute fucking menace, and with most of the plot playing from the perspective of Tim Roth’s character it feels incredibly tense and uncomfortable every now and then. A defenceless sort of viewing, feels somewhere between Life is Sweet and Naked with those This is England vibes.