Archive for Release Year: 2023
23 posts from 21 August 2024 to 01 April 2023.
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Three hours? Sacrè bleu, that’s too much, way too much. I like the fight scenes and think they are up to par in inventiveness and brutality, but the rest is just a slog. Way too many people play their characters straight, unlike Laurence Fishburne, who is just having the time of his life. Please don’t make a fifth one, I’m spent.
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Gender swapping is fun. Can you imagine this the other way around, no way in hell it would be done. A rare American comedy with funny writing, but gets a bit po-faced in the third act.
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Yet another prototypical Wes Anderson film. Not an inch of novelty, no twist on the formula, just whimsical stories within stories, within stories, with the regular cast, deadpan deliveries, and gorgeous visuals. It’s less on the nose than The French Dispatch, but a similar state of mind.
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My god, Nolan disappears up his own ass. Tenet was very watchable as an action film, but this just goes on and on. Could have been a tweet.
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Like a 100 minutes long TV episode. Fairly packed with jokes, a lower budget Airplane! or Top Secret!.
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MOAR sharks, one of them is a pet. There is also a giant octopus too (don’t call it a Kraken). The Chinese money is smellier this time, about half the film is spoken in Mandarin, the rest is shark grunts and Statham vocalisations.
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I was nun the wiser, but apparently The Conjuring dudes are trying to Marvel their way into a franchise? They seem about as successful, at least they are mostly standalone.
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This is either one of the most subversive medium budget Hollywood films, or its yet another one “hero escorts kid that saves the world”. I’m no exactly sure, let’s go with the bland and safe option, because the alternative is unimaginable. I kept searching for the Chinese producers but they never came. This has no CCCP money, but includes Chinese Red Army imagery.
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Was that a Werner Herzog picture as the ersatz Hitler figure?
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Wreck it Ralph meets Street Fighter: for the big bad, it was Tuesday.
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Autobiographical story of the life of an aunt of the author, from what I can tell. Freaking ruthless female Scrooge, hiding her avarice with “charity”, piety, and religious adherence. This feels like a gender-swapped The Fountainhead, with less ideological ranting, but keeping the long stretches of voiceover reading the book.
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What a goddamn nice looking mess. The battle scenes are the best, if you like the Gladiator cold opening repeated several times. The rest can and should be ostracised to Saint Helena, with three officers and 12 servants.
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Oh wow, this is what a not so good Ken Loach film is? It gets better than this?
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A nice little close circle thriller. Simple, slow burner, twisty. Overdeveloped in terms of world building, the characters take a back seat.
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It’s really too subtle, a very small peak into banal lives spent murdering people at an industrial scale. This is better than Oppenheimer in almost every way.
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Probably the best film with a calypso cover of 50 Cent’s “P.I.M.P.” on the soundtrack.
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This feels like Die Welle, with more meaning lost in translation. But the coup de grâce is avoided, the ending is weak, there is barely resolutions to the plot points.
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This seems like Lost in Translation from the male perspective? That’s what I took from that middle section. The epilogue seems tacked on, something that does not belong.
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A very funny romp through the interwar period, my personal minette. Seems a bit conventional for Ozon, but it’s so hilarious, it gets a pass. This was apparently adapted to Hollywood comedies twice in the 30’s.
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Planet of the Apes meets After Earth. This follows all modern trends to a T, but it works. The kid is actually great, and Adam Driver is a good at being befuddled the whole film.
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Eli Roth mixes the worse parts of random high school slashers and Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It’s very mainstream, not hideous like Hostel.
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Count Dracula ships himself from Transylvania with a farm girl as travel snack, but gets the munchies and feeds on the rest of the crew.
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The big boy version of Little Miss Sunshine: pretentious, hypocritical as fuck, vacuous and lightweight. Charlie Day is not Charlie Chaplin, I’m sorry, they just share a first name.