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It is rather difficult trying to put into words my feelings on the films of Yorgos Lanthimos.
Granted, I have now only seen four of his films, which started with 2018’s The Favourite. I then went back to discover The Lobster (2015), which is possibly my personal favorite to date. Then came 2023’s Poor Things, which, despite having a wonderful performance by Emma Stone, was way too much for me (a reincarnated woman with a childlike mind discovering sex is just…no).
Barely two minutes into the newest Paul Thomas Anderson film, I jotted down one word:
“Timely?”
Movie titles can indeed be a slippery slope.
On one side, you have movies like the recent KPop Demon Hunters, a title that tells you directly what it is about yet can scare people away from its subject matter (for the record, I loved that film and can’t stop listening to the soundtrack.) Then you have a movie titled Weapons, which, while singular and simplistic, is about so much more.
This is one of the best premises for a film I can remember. In a normal town, a child narrator explains that, at 2:17 AM, all but one of the kids of an Elementary classroom woke up, ran into the night, never to return. That is as far as I can go, because …well, you will thank me later.
Since my review of Ford v Ferrari,my views and knowledge of motor racing as a sport have been so unchanged I almost started this review the same way as I did that film. Not sure what that says, but oh well.
Either way, there are not many films out there about the sport of motor racing (and while I’ve only seen two of the films in The Fast and the Furious franchise, I’m confident in saying those don’t count). Regardless, two years after he brought sensational effects with Top Gun: Maverick, director Joseph Kosinski brings that same bravado and care with F1.
Whether it was at the age of 10 when I discovered the idea of zombies through the OG Resident Evil games (and later, the atrocious movies), my brief obsession with The Walking Dead (I stopped watching not long after Carl was killed off), or only recently catching up with the 28 days films, I have come to one solid conclusion: I would not last long in a zombie apocalypse.
There are too many factors to consider, but the main reason is that without the meds I normally take, I’m a goner. Nevertheless, the idea of a zombie apocalypse has been lodged in our society’s psyche since the days of George A. Romero. Now, director Danny Boyle (along with Alex Garland as a script writer) have come back to the universe they created in 2002, with 28 Years Later, the third in the series (both were absent for 28 Weeks Later).
There is a moment in the classic Citizen Kane where elderly Jed Leland (Joseph Cotten) says to the young reporter “I remember everything. That’s the greatest curse ever inflicted on the human race: memory.”
This quote ran through my head not long after the opening of Warfare, which tells us that what we are about to see is not based on any documented story so much as it is the memories of those who engaged in it. It won’t take long to have you agree with the idea of memory being a curse after the events unfold in the film.
Even over a century after it’s release, F. W. Murnau’s Nosferatu is still considered by many (including me) as the best of all vampire movies.
Although a basic rip off of Dracula (Bram Stoker’s widow vowed to have all the copies destroyed and almost succeeded), it is a stark reminder that being a vampire seems appealing (mainly famous a while ago in the Twilight franchise, from what I heard), but that, in the long run, it can….well, suck.
“DISCOVER WHAT HAPPENED IN OZ BEFORE DOROTHY DROPPED IN!”
So said the radio ad as I sat in my room as a High Schooler, when I first heard of the musical “Wicked.” My first reaction as a theater kid was genuine: “This sounds like one of the stupidest thing I have ever heard of.” Not long after, in the band room at school, our teacher mentioned we would be performing the music of Wicked, and everyone burst into applause…including me (peer pressure is a powerful thing). A little over a year or so later, I finally saw the show on stage, and was a life long fan of what would be come possibly the biggest musical to hit the 21st century (at least until Lin Manuel Miranda came around).
I had finally trusted my instincts, closed my eyes, and took the leap.
Over the last month or so, I found myself watching three films from the 1950s that were definite products of their time (which is not to say they were bad).
The three films (The Incredible Shrinking Man, Them!, and Invasion of the Body Snatchers) most assuredly dealt with fears of the times: radiation, political invasion, and nuclear war. Thankfully, none of that has happened since then (well, maybe the invasion part, but that is not something I want to dive into), but they surely seemed like possible outcomes.
“Dune Part 2 is the The Godfather 2 of Sci-Fi films.”
– My buddy Rudy
Like many, Rudy was able to see this movie this past Sunday (I was unaware of this early showing until I had already had my tickets). As great a movie lover (and friend) that he is, Rudy does tend to over hype things a bit (I fall into this same trap, but I am gradually improving a little).As the storytelling is more gradual and less bombastic as other sci-fi films, so was my appreciation for this epic sequel.
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