Some movies are so overexposed or or talked about, that I feel like I've already seen it, experienced it, and judged it before I even push play.
That's why I personally cannot stand watching a trailer for a movie I actually want to see, since, as we all know, trailers are complete wildcards. Sometimes they show nothing. Sometimes they show everything. And that can be supremely frustrating, as well as set up expectations and baggage that the movie does not…
*Extended Cut*
The fits. The locations. The sets. It all feels so real and slick and smoky and dirty and sad and luxurious and broken. The performances especially. They're not overtly flashy, but they're subtly solid and entertaining as hell. Just do yourself a favor. Kick your feet up, relax, and enjoy Denzel playing a titan of capitalism and brutality, while Crowe plays a sweaty sex machine "good" cop who's trying to take him down by pretty much any means…
There's been a new development in my life. I now find Michael Mann's occasionally horrendous music choices endearingly hilarious. Its like getting used to someone's corny ass jokes because you just like them as a person and you slowly get stockholmsyndromepilled into laughing.
The car ride with Pinkett and Foxx is a perfect short romantic film. I'm so glad we get such a sweet and lovely moment before Tom Cruise takes the movie by the hair and yanks for 2…
What will you be remembered for? Will it be the way you love or the way you hurt? The way you live or the way you die? Will you get to finish your life's work or will it never. fucking. end?
This movie's answer?
...yeah.
I could, and probably should, nitpick plenty (the ableism of Caine, the fatphobia of Killa, the general ridiculousness of expanding a series like this to multiple entries) but they were also utilized so well that…
