Ah, fuck it, Dude. It's the best Coen bros. movie.
The best student film made over summer break I've seen. Not pleasantly surprised per se, I'm just glad this was more Jarmusch movie than sociopolitical zombie movie. And even then, he only really knows how to handle the grizzled and bored "zombification" of his own generation; Jim is great but he's not great at maneuvering the millennial cultural landscape (I'm glad he did it sparingly).
Liked the fourth wall breaks but they should've been tucked towards the back half. Having…
Round two, and still, without an iota of doubt, the most earnest, gratifying, and lovingly executed high school film of the last decade, and then some. Gerwig's writing has found itself at its most tremendously funny, and simultaneously most sensitive. The "I won't tell" scene broke me up the first time, and it's still the best, most wholesomely subversive moment in store, though Lady Bird really comes for wallop after wallop in its impenetrable finale, wherein it seals itself as an ultimate, unmitigated triumph beyond compare for this season in film.
The ending's only unremarkable if you don't think about what it's replacing. No post-caper throwback photos to Stallworth and co. No text blurb about the good that was done. No conflict resolution. No indication that the heroism on display took real effect.
Instead, a firm reinforcement of that which was not accomplished. It bubbles with tragedy, and makes evident that Spike's jabs at Trump's America weren't lighthearted nudges, but rather bleak foreshadowing and culture critique. An imperfect whole, but…