I bonked myself on the forehead the moment those Yetis made the “goal” sign.
Absolutely a mixed bag, but a compelling one in fits and starts.
This is simultaneously both *way* too drawn out and not as fully developed as I’d have liked. Some of the best stretches feel the least consequential to the story, but the images are consistently as expansive and creative as I’d have hoped - this installment in particular really has a knack for placing you squarely in a specific locale and feeling like something more than a set constructed…
A month ago, my incredible fiancée asked me what, above all else, I wanted for my 30th birthday. I told her I simply wanted to be with the people I love most on this planet - my family and my friends.
In the pit of my stomach, I knew I wanted this quite desperately - but because of the living see-saw that the world under quarantine has become, I knew I shouldn’t set my expectations too high. I would’ve gladly…
“The whole world is a homicide victim, Father.”
A torrid, astonishingly bleak exploration about the failure of institutions in the face of unexplainable terror. Blatty’s ideas are so unequivocally rich and wrought with so much guilt and anger and hysteria, that this manages to creep away from the shadow of its source and become upsetting in an entirely new and profound way.
This also has one of the best acting ensembles putting in absurdly good work that I’ve ever seen…