Should've been thirty minutes longer.
My indoctrination into film began with a 35mm screening of HARD BOILED, seven drinks deep, ass-planted in the rightmost seat in the front row of a sold out Cinema 3 at the TIFF Lightbox. Tickets purchased on a whim, because the cool looking guy on the poster looked sorta like me.
Watching HARD BOILED for the first time is like a revelation. A scientific experiment conducted via action cinema to test the limits of human testosterone production. Cinema to scream…
Florence Pugh is a phenomenal lead. I read in an article somewhere that her wide face and big eyes makes it impossible for a viewer to not catch every slight emotional change she expresses. Buried beneath all the pagan-cult theatrics and claustrophobe-psychedelia of Midsommar is a story about a relationship breaking down. The suspense, the fear, the disappointment, the grief, and everything else is channeled to the audience through Pugh's performance.
But don't get me wrong about the romance thing.…