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It seemed I was always behind when it came to cellphones.
It wasn’t until the spring of my senior year of high school when my parents finally relented and got me one (after they realized I had to borrow my friends’ to call for a ride), albeit a hand me down.
“If the American Empire is calling us terrorists then we are doing something right.”
This quote from Michael (Forrest Goodluck) is one of the hidden elements of How to Blow a Pipeline that make it more than just a hard core conservative’s nightmare of a film (the title alone would make one queasy).
(This review is a love letter to The 5th Dimension and their take on a great song from the musical “Hair”)
From the ages of 9-13, my closet was flooded with shoes.
I can’t recall why I had so many shoes as a kid (being a small kid mean having a small shoe size, so I assume they were cheap), but I am sure I had some form of Air Jordans (most likely a hand me down): I do distinctly remember the dunking MJ silhouette. Did I think they would make me a better basketball player? Perhaps (I was never good at the sport), but there was no denying the fact that it would increase my cool factor in the class room (especially since I grew up in the Chicago suburbs.)
It was only a month or two ago that I finally forced myself into watching the John Wick films. A little late to the party, I know, but such is life.
In that time, I was glad to see what a lot of people were (re)discovering: that Keanu Reeves is one of the down right coolest dudes to grace cinema in many a decade. The first flick took it’s rather simple premise (retired hitman goes on rampage after losing the one thing that was left of a normal life, his dog) and elevated it in the second film, which I feel is the strongest of the four. The third one, though filled with interesting set pieces and action (including Casablanca of all places), started to dive a little too much into the ridiculous by the end. I know it is a movie, but when someone is shot twice off of a building and survives…well, now it is getting a little too silly.
Not since Snakes on a Plane has a movie’s premise been so wrapped in it’s title more so than Cocaine Bear.
As someone who has never used cocaine (and never plans to), all of my “experiences” with cocaine (or other drugs for that matter) have been through media (though, if I am to believe old rumors, some in my high school graduating class may know something about these endeavors).
Are there any movies about journalism that are considered bad?
Of course, I have some I have not seen, but of the ones that I have (especially those based on true stories), they are downright solid pieces of film.
Perhaps I should just state it from the get go here: If you are someone who wants as little ambiguity in a film as possible, then TÁR is not a film for you.
If you want to have a movie to tell people they need to seek out for the purpose of needing someone to talk to about what you just witnessed, you won’t find a better candidate on any sized screen this year.
Note: Earlier this year, I was blessed to be a guest on the Game for a Movie Podcast, hosted by an old high school buddy of mine, Mike.
On his pod, he and his friends like to talk about random types of media consumption, including takes on bad movies.
It’s been nine years since the last film I had seen of David O. Russell’s (American Hustle), and seven since his last film (Joy).
In that time, even more has been brought up being in the working atmosphere of David O. Russell (as well as at least one sexual misconduct allegation).
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