Cinema as an empathy generating machine. The world from a nine-year old’s perspective, yet through my own eyes, it’s terrifying. A child’s life as the most vulnerable thing in the world. 94 minutes of drama, so beautifully crafted, it has to be seen on the big screen. It’s tight, and nothing is spared. All the info you need is there. When you’re given just enough of a beat to foreshadow even the next shot, and it then plays out as expected, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that before. Everything clicks into place. This is absolute cinema.
When the kid’s the smartest person in the room.
I enjoyed this more for the shitty aesthetics and presentation than the script, story or narrative.
Sepia tones abound, it’s quite luscious. I’ve no idea if the version I watched was remastered or not.
Horrific acting as expected. US paranoia.
The Seven comparisons are justified, and not just because it’s always raining. This is all about mood and atmosphere. Instead of Air on G we have Ave Maria. Fraser brings his soft focus from Dune alongside his Rogue One vignette gloom.
He’s a better Batman than Bruce but it’s completely different and fresh to what’s gone before. That’s the most appealing thing. You can’t compare this to Nolan’s (or Burton’s, obviously). It’s like comparing The Bourne Identity to Supremacy. They’re different genres almost.
Atomic Blonde is one underrated film that oozes its own style and flare. This was such a strange choice for Leitch. Felt like he had his hands tied. Such one-note performances from everyone involved. It’s Guy Ritchie attempting to meet Tarantino but getting the wrong train and going the opposite direction. What a woeful 2 hours. I hated pretty much every moment as the growing efforts just fell even flatter than the last.
Pitt is in a different movie to the rest, beyond dialling it in.