Murder On The Orient Express.
What a fucking failure! Your Best Picture nominee??
I'm shook. I don't know why I was under the impression that this was a Queen biopic, but it's really just a Freddie Mercury movie. Fine, okay then. That explains why his band mates were treated as distractions for intermittent segments when it's struggling to portray Freddie's convictions with himself so pathetically. The movie just flashes through time like a drunk guy scrolling for ESPN highlights, highlights of Mercury's career, they didn't…
Quentin Tarantino was pretty much the only person qualified to direct this movie. The whole film, corny as it sounds, feels like love. Love for 1969, love for L.A., love for the movies and a strange hope for the future. He hasn’t made a more touching movie since never; look, this may not be his magnum opus or his most enthralling, but it’s much more intriguing than what people expected to see once they heard Tarantino and Charles Manson mentioned…