admired this as extremely solid until the diegetic needledrop of ‘madame george’, a song that means more to me than almost any other. i paused, wept, and returned to a film suddenly drained of all i adored. such a dramatic drop in quality’s unlikely to be coincidental, so, for the thirty-ninth time, i ask myself: are most films i watch really that bad, or am i just way too emotionally fragile?
our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash—the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. a fact of life: we're going to die. 'be of good heart,' cry the dead artists out of the living past. 'our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? go on singing.'…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
i don’t like being contrarian. i mean, i love championing underappreciated films, but slamming something this immediately beloved feels awful and cynical in a way i never want to be. and i wanted so much to love this. but to me, it feels like this year’s world of tomorrow: a universally-acclaimed 101-level (and at times completely false) treatment of certain scientific ideas in service of a startlingly reactionary message. i really understand your potential objections to this characterisation, because i…
so imagine demy (but, like, only an okay version) directed detention (but, like, only an okay version) and sprinkled on its four corners the blood of badlands (but, like, only an okay version) and wrapped the whole thing up in the hide of bojack horseman (but, like, only an okay version). i adore musicals with all my heart & mind & soul & strength so please know it is with a heavy heart (& mind etc.) i must announce: this is aggressively mediocre.…