Boyhood (Linklater, 2014)
Like a Wes Anderson film, but without all the twee.
Like a Wes Anderson film, but without all the twee.
It is perhaps too early to write off the sophomore year as a disappointment, but it is no longer too early to call its unevenness a trend.
I don't think I'm holier than anyone who watches what I don't.
Levitated Mass is one of those delightful, obscure but unheralded documentaries that always seems to congregate around my the bottom of my list of annual favorites.
Even if, like me, you care little for Brown's music, there is still a lot in the film about race, gender relations, friendship, loyalty, sacrifice, childhood, and determination to give you plenty to think about.
The don't-call-it-an-affair between Virginia Johnson and Bill Masters has been the one element of Masters of Sex that most blatantly deviates from Thomas Maier's biography of the same title.
For all of Rohmer's honesty about the emotional cowardice of (young) men, these films stop short of simply man-bashing.
Lucy is a summer popcorn movie, to be sure. But when a movie has this much God symbolism, you can bet The Thin Place is going to ponder what it all is supposed to mean.
Want a survival pack? Simply run your mouse over the GIFs below to control the scene, and then leave a comment saying what you would do to try to survive Purge Night if you were a character in the movie. If your strategy includes one of the items from your survival kit, I'll count your entry twice!
Vera Drake eschews argument, which I would normally say is a good thing, but what we are left with is a woman whose moral goodness (and the goodness of her cause) is assumed rather than demonstrated.