Just a movie-watching idiot.
I understand what they set out to do here. The pacing was slow and the tone was drab, but for a reason, establishing a perpetual, haunting existence after existence.
I respect the effort and commitment to this endeavor, however, it just wasn't for me. I found the characters rather dull. I would have appreciated a little variance from the flatline that was my viewing experience. That being said, the film did beg us to ask life's eternal question: Was he naked under that sheet?
With old men lacing up the gloves 15yrs too late and a basketball player with zero boxing experience squaring off against a You Tuber, this felt much more of a spectacle than legit sporting event. Oh well, spectacles can be fun and something to behold too.
It was called a draw, but was pretty clear that Tyson was the victor. Jones seemed much more like he was just trying to make it out alive while Tyson calmly stalked most of the time. Also, RIP to Nate Robinson's reputation.
A prototype for crime witness cinema, I finally got a chance to sit down and watch this Hitchcock effort.
What starts as a hobby to pass the time for our hobbled protagonist, taking neighborhood watch brings light upon suspicious happenings right in his own backyard. The strange occurrences spark paranoia that spread to others as he employs the help of his girlfriend and outspoken, in-house nurse.
Initially doubted, his diligence and adherence to his watch and the intuition of his…