Follows through with Chapter 2 only by tripling the amount of disregard for camera placement and the physical pain inflicted upon thousands of bodies. Loathed almost every second of every frame. No skill was applied to the blocking of any sequence here. I bet Keanu was left with little to no preparation time on the character side of this as he was probably too busy learning all them cool knife tricks; his comittment to physicality means as much to me…
remained mostly indifferent up until the point that Cuaron decided to narrativize the corpus christi massacre as some cheap pop-spectacle inconvenience to further strongarm the audience's emotional response. writing off this v important piece of history is highly suggestive of the authorial intent here; plain and simple, this is basically 2018's version of forrest gump. beyond deplorable
the only silver lining is that it momentarily reinvigorated my interest in Lav Diaz
🎶🎵 I know places we can go babe
The high won't fade here babe
No, the high won't hurt here babe🎶🎵
A return to grace; fast cars and mosh pits; daughters and brothers—unequivocally Malick’s most accomplished effort (To The Wonder following a close second), everything in the frame expands and contracts so violently at the blink of an eye until you’re only left with love. He’s never had as much on this mind as he does here, and, of course we rarely get to see anyone play any actual music in this :/
Close to being the best movie ever created.