saoirse ronan, if you're free, i will literally make myself free whenever you are free. thank you.
I didn't rewatch the entire movie, but I rewatched enough of it that it feels more like a lie to not record it than to record it.
When Gabe asks Allison, "Why didn't your husband come with you?" she pauses for a long time before her quiet, "I don't know." (I'm not sure she really even mumbles that, all I hear is a vague, unsure noise). And on not not rewatch, it packs quite a punch.
Regina's King direction isn't showy. She's not attempting to put her stamp on the material, to be called an auteur, but the direction and editing here is excellent, and not simply because the performances are remarkable -- and they undoubtedly are. Kingsley Ben-Adir deserves an Oscar nomination for his work as Malcolm X, weary and human. I know Leslie Odom Jr. is in contention to win supporting actor, and he should be. Aldis Hodge and Eli Goree (God, remember when…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
She's gonna leave him, right?
Malcolm & Marie looks at a relationship at its worst. It happens in one night, one long drawn-out fight that ebbs and flows, sometimes in ways that don't quite work for me, like Levinson didn't really know how to organically get from Point A to Point B.
When Malcolm and Marie have found a reprieve from yelling -- at each other, at film criticism -- and Malcolm leaves Marie lying on the floor to pee before…
Julia Garner is exceptional here, perfectly portraying the feeling of powerlessness as she works in an environment where everyone is complacent and complicit to the horrors being committed. She starts exhausted and her weariness grows with no reprieve, weaving around you. A bone-chilling, resigned sadness. The end feels like a gut punch despite nothing particularly happening (nothing really happens throughout the film) but that's part of its effectiveness. Nothing happens. She's powerless. The abuses of power will keep happening. And so it goes.