I know a thing or two about a thing or two.
"Everyone says I love you too much."
Probably von Trier's most accomplished depressant in a non-pejorative sense, his ability to uniquely accentuate Bess' particular brand of human frailty peaking throughout as burying your face in your hands becomes a regular involuntary reflex. The way Bess' infantile, increasingly afflicted emotional and mental states influence her well-meaning actions to the chagrin of the church is honestly one of the most unabashedly romantic fucking things ever, the persistence in honoring her husband's (potentially…
Carnahan's exploitative siege riff: a four-way battle of key players' modi operandi set inside a Middle of Nowhere, USA police fortress that's much more fun than every inch of Boss Level. Showed up for what I presumed to be Gerry Butler yuckin' it up in hangout mode, stayed for Toby Huss' gleefully unhinged psychopathy that's far and away this thing's crowning contribution. Just a heap of harmless, forgettable fun that doubles as a reminder that Carnahan won't dare step out of his comfort zone ever again for something as mature as The Grey.
Undeniably messy and misanthropic as it embraces ironically nihilistic throughlines regarding the unsavory nature of humanity in a specific time and place as a fictional pre-Vietnam microcosm of societal dysfunction and depravity. As Campos' first larger-budget ensemble outing, there's indeed the aforementioned messiness but this rests firmly in his wheelhouse as something obviously dour and godless, and to be honest, he kinda knocks it outta the park. If you wanna watch pretty people looking ugly-ish and absolutely not practice what…
Early on, Bill reasons through his own narration that the ineffable weight of past actions cannot be removed or lessened. As a convicted war criminal, the man knows a thing or two about a thing or two when it comes to wearing your guilt around like a second layer of skin, ashamed to the point where total anonymity through low-key transience and one-off gambling stints is the only way he can get by, that is until the naive ambition of…