he/they. Mexico/USA-based queer cinefreak, cat lady, Pacific coast raver heaux.
Strange mess of a movie. So many narrative elements and themes that had potential, utterly squandered. Not sure if that’s due to studio meddling or what.
It seemed like this was going for some kind of commentary on the cycles of violence, toxic masculinity, pedophilia (?), sibling bonding through shared trauma, giving voice to the abused, and on and on… But it all feels half baked, none of these topics are fully explored in a satisfactory way.
I did love…
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Steven Spielberg’s transition to serious, adult films has always been an uneasy one for me. A.I. is a perfect illustration of the tension of his latter career ambitions. People don’t act in naturalist ways in his worlds. Side characters often serve more as caricatures to conveniently move the plot forward and provide emotional signposts.
In spite of these formulaic features (and to some extent, because of them), A.I., in all its baroque unwieldiness, manages to cut straight to an inner…
For better recent tv shows about similar subject matter, watch Pose or the newest version of Tales of the City. And don’t miss the heartbreaking French masterpiece that is BPM (120 battements par minute).
What a mixed bag full of questionable writing and far too many one-dimensional characters. Read all the rave reviews here and elsewhere and was excited to dive in. The first two or three episodes I was almost fully on board, willing to overlook some of the…
Largely disappointing, given all the talent involved. I admire the ambition, the cultural research, and production design. But nearly every aspect of this filmbro epic feels compromised. Middle of the road, to a fault.
Our two leads are a complete bore. Alexander Skarsgård, I’m afraid, is out of his league. He can’t and shouldn’t carry this movie. Anya Taylor-Joy’s character announces early on to the audience that she shall be the cunning one, and then proceeds to contribute very little…