if this ended instead of just sort of stopping it’d be excellent. as it is it’s good though. amazing sound design and score (and incredible synergy between the two).
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
What’s the deal with the gym owner coaching and cheering for Lara while nobody even addresses her sparring partner?
Is it too on the nose for the thrill seeking bike messenger behind on her MMA gym payments to be a secret aristocratic billionaire heiress?
Is it endearing that Lara enjoys the opportunity to big time a receptionist?
Why are some of these 7-year-stranded baddies twenty years old? Where does all their slave labor come from on this impossible-to-get-to uninhabited island?…
I feel like I need to re-read Deleuze, find a good score and better subtitles, grow up, draw some diagrams, cultivate a warming mustache, drink a pleasant amount, and then begin to meet this movie on its plane. I don't think I've ever felt so much that a film was keeping me at arms length, or simultaneously pushing sensuously through two incomparable dreams.
"There is fluidity in the crystal that means its parts cannot be demarcated."
Been having some very physical experiences at the movies recently, but this takes the cake.
I'm starting to think the reason I can't find any Blanton's at the liquor store is that someone in the set dressing department for this and John Wick went out and bought every bottle. Whoever does PR for them must be vacationing on the moon right now.
Saw two of the best movies of the year at the Cinemark tonight: this, and the trailer for…