Archive for Release Year: 2022
24 posts from 30 September 2024 to 01 April 2022.
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The Dark Seven, a bit lighter due to contractual obligations. Worth it to go in without any marketing exposure. The Penguin is fucking rad, as are all other birds!
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Basic home drama set in the dust bowl ages (even though it seems like the 19th century). Visuals over plot, with top actors.
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Nic Cage plays himself, playing himself. I’ve never meta joke I didn’t like.
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The missing biopic of a forgotten hero. Many civil wars were avoided by his charisma, calm and quietude.
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A very modern take on the revenge plot even though our “hero” murders uncountable people in the most gruesome ways, his raiders of the land of Rus burn up hundreds in a barn (Come and See, history rhymes), and not even his mother escapes his night blade. This is exactly what Beowulf wanted to be, but wasn’t.
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A baby fathered by The Matrix, Shaolin Soccer, Moonlight, and In The Mood for Love. Usually, “stuck in a blender” is a metaphor, but this is a corker. A better multiverse than more Marvel crap.
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Violence begets violence, silence continues the suffering, vengeful catharsis only delays the problem. In this case, for the next generation.
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Body Horror Cronenberg is tight. LifeFormWare.
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The good kind of Oscar bait, not a bait and switch. The anti-nihilist screed we need for our trying times.
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In Inisherin, not In Bruges. It’s an improvement, since the protagonists are depressed common people, instead of depressed hitman.
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MrToo with a woman. I can see with the Oscars steer clear of this, there’s enough controversy with anodyne films, let alone one that takes deep stands in the culture wars.
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One part teen soap opera, other part gruesome body horror schlock. Who is the audience for this, exactly? Probably teenagers making out in the cinema without paying attention to the film.
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A Dario Argento film, but not stylised and giallo like Suspiria, more raw and undercooked.
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Mon dieu, c’est magnifique. A higher budget silly B-movie, a much more comedic anthology of Troma-like schlock.
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A bona fide old school noir in Hollywood, with all the necessary twists. Turns out to be filmed in Spain and Ireland, Tinseltown is no what it used to be.
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Nope, there’s so much product placement, it feels like a very long commercial. It’s just too much, this is not Transformers. Self-Awareness notwithstanding, there’s no subversion that cannot be integrated into the system, all Hollywood people will eventually degenerate into telling stories about themselves.
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An important subject matter butchered beyond belief. An abject failure as a film, a lot of money wasted by Blumhouse.
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What a rollercoaster ride of emotions. It starts of a bit too on the nose, and goes completely farcical on the Captain’s Dinner, but the island section is great. The ending freaking sucks, they can shove those damned open ended finales. High-Rise is better at this.
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The story of Yasra Mardini and her sister, told in the most soap opera style possible. It’s no Capharnaüm.
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The stupid quotes remain. “He slid into my DMs” used unironically, how the mighty have fallen.
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The frenchiest of French films, it’s almost a cliché. Putain, soft cocks, you name it.
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AI is absolute dogshit. Eat your heart out, Spielberg and Kubrick, fucking amateurs.
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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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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.