I love love love this film. It’s been haunting me and I’ve seen it a few times by this point giving me to time to really simmer with my thoughts before my review for Vulture you can read here. I dig into the acting, visual and narrative playfulness, and the nature of coming of age works centered on women. Excerpt below:
“It would be too easy to label Julie — forever pawing for new men, new art, new experiences — a “messy woman.”…
hated having to write this pan. i wanted some joy instead i got a hollow story with terribly shot action and one of the most nonsensical plot lines i’ve seen in a while.
“Sadly, all that glittered in the franchise’s first outing is gone in Wonder Woman 1984. The disappointing sequel highlights not only the dire state of the live-action superhero genre in film, but the dire state of Hollywood filmmaking as a whole.” read my review at vulture.
I’m watching the Cowboy Bebop series for the first time. The film embodies the ragged charm, romantic melancholy, sense of the unexpected, and visual brio of the series that I utterly love.
Every come-on Sean Connery says sounds like a threat; every threat Sean Connery says sounds like a come-on. A vivid film in which Connery is the perfect vessel for Hitchcock’s misogyny and his thoughts on his own misogyny. Connery’s charm always teetered on the edge of gilded danger which is used with acute prowess here. Tippi Hedren’s performance proves to an intriguing portrayal of buried traumas — swimming between stark mania and prim repression. There’s something stilted about her performance…
I was really disappointed in this. It’s far from bad, just absolutely shrug worthy. The writing fails the actors. I had little sense of Daniel Kaluuya’s character. He also turns in a remarkably sedate performance that I blame the writing giving him little to hold onto. Keke Palmer is given more to do on the emotional front due to her relationship with her father; she’s an utter, charismatic delight. But I overall felt the actors didn’t really get anything interesting…
What the fuck was this mess? Starts off fun but falls apart when it reaches toward something meaningful and revealing to say about the way men use and abuse women. Devolves into a “damn, bitches be crazy” story that obliterates the good will it engenders. Also, kinda chuckled at the framing of Thomasin Mackenzie’s lead character as quiet, yearning, and picked on by vapid mean girls. (And not a good chuckle, mind you.) Anya Taylor Joy innocent.
It’s a shame…this…
