Blue Giant, while not without its ups and downs, is carried by its music and animation.
Blue Giant, while not without its ups and downs, is carried by its music and animation.
Ex-Husbands is discreet in its study of paternal and filial relations, but no less clear-eyed because of it.
Hamaguchi keeps his style in an otherwise wholly original philosophical essay.
Rarely does such a dynamic movie offer so many layers to obsess over.
A self-reflective flight of fancy into a timeless world of unfulfilled love.
Is a heavy hand bad when it works?
It’s hard to recommend a movie that swerves so wildly from Wikipedia article to TV drama, even with two great performances at its core. I will say that trapped in the confines of a trans-Atlantic flight, it made me cry like six times, so make of that what you will!
Between Baz Luhrmann’s Elvis (which I hated) and Sofia Coppola’s Priscilla (which I mostly liked), I think it’s time to prohibit biopics from involving the real subject or their descendants in their production.
Is it gauche to say I just expected more? The problem, for me, is that I don’t know what new shades of the well-treaded concept of the banality of evil this movie fills in that require more than, say, the first couple of scenes to play out.
How can an ode to normalcy become extraordinary?