Crackers don’t do nothing bout nothing till they get the boot up their ass, and even then you can’t count on half of em to get the fuckin’ hint.
The thing I like about Cuaron is how grounded his films are. Prisoner of Azkaban has the most naturalistic acting of any of the HP films, Children of Men makes what seems like a biblically over-the-top apocalypse story into a brutal, humanist experience, and Y Tu Mamá También is, I think, one of the most important films for any teenage boy to watch, based solely on how he discusses sexuality. This, however, feels to me like a well-shot, foreign language version of a shitty SNL-alumni comedy. And I’m quite peeved about it.
After this, I no longer wish to hear The Irishman referred to as an old man movie by anyone. Fincher has officially become a robot who has perfected the craft of taking soulless scripts and making them speckless. Perhaps that's a bit harsh, after all I've enjoyed all of his work until now save for Benjamin Button, but I am truly sick of these pseudo-intellectuals pretending he's anything more than a modern day Howard Hawks. The true artistic value of…