Archive for September 2024
25 posts from 01 to 30 September 2024.
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As unabashedly leftist as Triangle of Sadness, but more hilarious. I see that all these stem from Parasite, that critique of high class using all the Voss water bottles and shit. This is more allegorical, there’s at least one kind of bad people burning in end.
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Cassandra Webb, crikey. She even goes blind in the end, can it be even more on the nose?
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That’s some esoteric shit. If this is an autobiography of the Coen brothers, were they the perma-high kid who goes through the motions at the bar mitzvah?
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Geddit, Tinker Taylor Soldier Spy? “Sandra Panza” is also a Don Quixote reference, like most images on the screen.
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I’m Batman! This is particularly lighthearted and funny, compared to the rest of the series, it retains just a little bit of the camp nature of previous adaptations.
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Fucking J Edgar, he’s always there in the background somewhere, scheming, always on the wrong side of history. Fred Hampton was a party leader at 21 years old, fucking hell.
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The opening shot is a perfect trailer, a deluge of words, a wall of voice, a barrage of dribble. This is like a centrist Robert Redford film, but instead of focusing on a little guy, it’s some rich and privileged white chick fighting the IRS to keep some blood money.
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AI is absolute dogshit. Eat your heart out, Spielberg and Kubrick, fucking amateurs.
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Truly a live action cartoon, not like the modern Disney lice action adaptations. And some of those old school cartoons, Richard Fleischer and the Tex Avery, adult animations.
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Such talented and vast cast filming a middle of the road script. It’s a higher brow version of Charlie Countryman, the cast prevents it from reaching such lows.
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Imagine that, a 9 billion dollar company pulling extremely dirty tricks to get the mineral rights off some poor farmer dudes. They send some useful idiot dude, just promoted to VP to make him feel self-important too.
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The frenchiest of French films, it’s almost a cliché. Putain, soft cocks, you name it.
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Os Maias meets Rashomon, with an heavy dose of Lolita. The ingénue was the mastermind all along!
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I can’t believe a CGI dog is really the main character in a 90 minute feature film. The killer dog that murders a greedy rich prospector in the big climax, just chucks him into a burning log cabin. That’s wild all right.
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Christ, common Crichton crap. It’s like Andromeda Strain meets Prometheus, mixed with Solaris. The finale is utterly pointless, there is literally a reset and all arcs are undone.
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I mean, it’s a Charlie Chaplin biopic, with a lot of the actual films. That’s cheating, if you can use the final speech from The Great Dictator. I really preferred Eddie Izzard in The Cat’s Meow.
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This is so bad. They basically remake the first film until middle of the runtime, then run out of plot, and have to make up something to reach the bare minimum 90 minute mark. So the final girl teams up with Leatherface, because FAMILY.
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My god, it’s worse than it seems. The girl is the least idiotic character, and she gets the short end of the stick: harassment, gaslighting, the main character literally feels her tits and jumps in her bath to kiss her. You know, for laughs!
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I’m just a poor, country lawyer, defending a murderer. Yeah, said murderer is a wife-beater, hyper-jealous, overall 50’s husband, but he was only defending her after she was brutally raped by some dude. Oof, his own incognito daughter came on the stand to charge the dead man.
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My god, the first part has some hilarious shit. It gets really serious in the last 30 minutes, for the conventional reconstruction, but it could have just been the funny parts, structured as a fall from grace into an abyss. It’s self-referential, but broad enough to make sense to most people.
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A more modern retelling of the modern Prometheus tale (the Hollywood version, not the book, you think Max Landis reads?), where the doctor is kinda the hero.
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American comedies, how cute. This is their middle-brow offerings, not just pure slapstick, puke, and fart jokes, but nothing subversive and actually funny either. A big talented cast in service of crap.
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A great thriller with so much class subtext, where the focus is all on the technical trickery and old-school CGI. Working Class people are fucked over badly, while aristos can withstand ugly home invasions and come out of it relaxed and looking for more places to gentrify.
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That was not what I expected. Meta-Jokes, in my existential philosophy? An atheist snarky lower class worker, while the aristo wasted 10 years of his life in a pointless crusade, instigated by an idiot?