The Looking Glass (Hancock, 2015)
I hate to use the word "sweet" when describing a film. There's no way to make it not sound like a backhanded compliment.
I hate to use the word "sweet" when describing a film. There's no way to make it not sound like a backhanded compliment.
A modern masterpiece of quotidian urgency.
I've mostly been a Tarantino fan, but even I can't defend this...
The Big Short is about people who got rich by short-selling credit default swaps--people who made obscene amounts of money by being able to accurately predict the suffering of others. That they themselves were not the root cause of the suffering makes it possible for us as viewers to not hate them; it doesn't necessarily keep them--or Baum at least--from hating themselves.
Maybe our neighbors are more like us than we know.
Director Tom McCarthy delivers a somber, sobering film which denies any character (or the viewer) the feeling of moral superiority.
I'm not giving Freddie Steinmark a "C." I'm giving the movie about his life and death a "C."
Spectre (★★★) starts strong, overstays its welcome, overshoots its marks, and ends up a big mess. There is enough good here to make it enjoyable, especially if you like these sorts of movies. But the film doesn't quite live up to the the rabid anticipation it seems to have succeeded in building.
Jesus Camp meets Breaking the Waves.
Adrian Grenier almost always charms in charming movies.