If it turns out that abuela was actually a FARC sympathizer, I’ll bump up my rating by another half a star.
Albert Brooks wrote his leading character as a vain, callous, fragile, neurotic, and solipsistic Hollywood twerp.
He named this character after his real-life brother.
He cast his brother in a bit part in this movie.
Thanksgivings in the Brooks/Einstein household must have been delightful.
Hour 1: OK, I think I can get on this movie's wavelength. It might be a struggle, but damn these compositions are beautiful.
Hour 2: Hmmmm... these new characters are interesting, and the compositions are still beautiful. I'm definitely on board now.
Hour 3: Every movie should be legally required to have a single shot that's at least six minutes long*
* Unless your movie's Birdman
Hour 4: This is one of the greatest movies ever made.
Hour 5: This…
Meg Ryan in Prelude to a Kiss:
1. Looks like Meg Ryan circa 1992
2. Works in a bar
3. Drinks all the time
4. Is full of existential dread
5. Loses sleep over the impending collapse of society
6. Fantasizes about being a grumpy old man just so she can shrug and say "fuck it, I had a good run."
I've never been more attracted to a character.
Remember Lockout (aka SPACE JAIL), a mid-budget genre movie that features a bunch of overqualified actors, a legitimately insane script, and a cinematographer-turned-director trying to prove his bona fides? Well, Underwater isn’t as good, but whatever. In the January doldrums, watching Kristen Stewart try not to drown or get eaten by sea creatures for 95 minutes is sweet manna from heaven.
1. There's no version of this movie that could be good
2. Tom Hooper took something that was already bad and made it so much worse
3. "Digital fur technology" will haunt my dreams
4. WHY WERE THERE SO MANY SHOTS OF CREEPY SMOOTH CROTCHES DEVOID OF GENITALIA?
5. I kinda like the "Mr. Mistoffelees" song