Walking into businesses during Christmas time always feels so empty and artificial. There’s a distinct smell of plastic in the air wafting from the fake pines and the dull echoing of holiday music in the background. The pretense suggests warmth and togetherness but really just emphasizes the distance. In this sense, Spencer is basically the perfect Christmas movie.
The palace is essentially a business too and everyone is always on duty. Everything runs like clockwork. The whole thing is a…
As a child, I’ve seen the out right horror show of child sports face to face. I myself was never into the competitive sports as much (since I’m not particularly athletic and it took until 6th grade to discover I couldn’t even see without glasses), but my sister was and my parents lovingly supported her.
I was along for the ride. I boned my filmmaking obsessions on making mini documentaries on each swim team match we had to wake up…
If it’s one thing I’ve learned from movies (I’ve learned plenty) then it’s never have sexual encounters with a ceiling mirror above...
Other than that very useful lesson, this was pretty disappointing. Instead of a sharp dissection of how nostalgia can be a dangerous endeavor, it’s mostly a contrived and obtuse exercise in it. This is pretty much a YA novel with flat characters and a plot that is too convoluted for its own good. And just when I thought…
Watching this again after years and years convincing myself that this was in fact Tarantino’s crowning achievement was a strange experience. The first half of the film was all fine and good. It was all mostly how I remembered it. Occasional moments played out slightly differently though. Just tiny things here and there that were slightly skewed, probably due to recollecting the social memory of this film rather than the actual film itself.
Aside from this, the only thing I…
