Knives Out: So, Brick is in my Top 100 of all time, Looper was okay, and The Last Jedi was the best Star Wars since Empire… but Knives Out is where Rian Johnson lost me. I was nodding off after 30 minutes of tedious exposition and scenery chewing, and the fact that it’s an utterly predictable whodunnit didn’t help wake me up.
So I finally watched it. And was left disappointed.
Joker is a giant performance embedded in a hollow film. It’s trying desperately to be an homage to Taxi Driver and The King of Comedy, and Joaquin Phoenix is arguably better than DeNiro was in either of those… but when you look past its stylistic pretensions, it’s just a super-villain origin story that goes on for an hour too long.… Read the rest “”
Twilight did her oeuvre no favors, but Catherine Hardwicke’s whole career is predicated upon Thirteen. She should be allowed to keep making movies forever, on the off-chance she makes something that powerful again.
This has been the Week of Disappointing Sequels for me. First El Camino was a pointless waste of time, and then Zombieland 2 was… I don’t know what the fuck that was.
I’m reminded of Gene Siskel’s maxim, that a movie should be more interesting than watching the same actors eating lunch together.… Read the rest “”
In hindsight, I think I was born kinky. Or at the very least, born with the personality traits that lend itself to being kinky. I remember loving to play damsel in distress.
For some reason, I barely remember Howard’s End. I watched it, but the proceeding 27 years have wiped the details from my mind.
Pretty sure I spent the evening finger-banging someone while watching Remains of the Day during its theatrical release, so at least I know why I don’t remember much about that.… Read the rest “”
Poor Laura… she should have been more careful when inviting men into her room.
