Life is bad, but movies? Movies are good.
Despite the fact that I liked Bone Tomahawk and Brawl in Cell Block 99, I was sort of dreading this because people were making it out to be Zahler dialed up to 11 with his Zahler-ness, but I thought this was his best work yet. Patient without being tedious, ugly without being offensive.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Yesterday I saw a Twitter thread where some dude was saying that letterboxd was ruining film criticism/engaging with films in general. It was just as crotchety as it sounds, but there was a kernel of something I agreed with in the midst of all the cloud-yelling, which is that even professional film criticism doesn't talk about form enough. Part of it is because the modern film review format just doesn't suit talking about cinematic techniques. It's all lede -> plot…
I don't really know how to explain it but somehow all the stuff about trauma and pain that I found shallow and exploitative in Split was completely gripping and potent here. The constant meta-examinations of comic book storytelling felt dumb and tedious to me but otherwise this movie is rad as hell.
Doubling down on my statement in last night's Unbreakable review and calling M. Night Shyamalan one of the most gifted visual storytellers alive. There are some moves he…