A consensus of some sort had formed around Aaron Sorkin: that he is a good writer but a bad director. Well, after being afforded more opportunities than most, he has now proven that he can also be a bad writer.
A consensus of some sort had formed around Aaron Sorkin: that he is a good writer but a bad director. Well, after being afforded more opportunities than most, he has now proven that he can also be a bad writer.
Digger’s position in the zeitgeist calls for a level of hyperbole that I am unable to muster: being a massive box office bomb (the most boring way there is to talk about movies) by an auteur, a lot of people have rushed to paint it as an unwatchable disaster, which prompted others to defend Alejandro González Iñárritu as a visionary whose work will be reappraised as genius in the future.
I was transported by how alive La Bola Negra feels, how full it is of passion and vim.
Living the Land is extremely slow and a tad too long, so it’s not for everyone, but I found it to be deeply moving, with a beauty both aesthetic and thematic.
This theatrical drama about a tortured pop star and her estranged friend didn’t quite work for me.
There is an interesting convergence between films like Aftersun, My Father’s Shadow, and this Blue Heron, where young filmmakers are using movies to interrogate their own childhoods after the loss of a loved one.
A wonderful two-hander that is mostly a double character study with the occasional touch of a Soderbergh heist.
It sounds like a backhanded recommendation, but watch The Drama even if it’s going to make you squirm in your seat for the entire runtime. Don’t miss it!
A baffling lack of stakes leaves an otherwise competent movie feeling inert.
Paraphrasing The Hours, there are stories that are one day in a character’s life, and in one day, their whole life.