Legit feels like the culmination of Coogler's whole career. He has been setting the buildings blocks for this ever since he made Fruitvale Station, and it's so fucking satisfying to see him reach his creative zenith with a southern-gothic vampire flick that sometimes blooms into a full-on musical!!! Practically left the theater room with blood on my t-shirt and blues running down my ears.
Like all the best genre movies, it knows what it is with such goddamn confidence that…
Love all the biopolitics in this, how it treats the human body as an ontological whole together with its outside system, a simultaneous producer, product and testing ground for authoritarian capitalism. Big fan of what Pattinson does here with his voice, a rightful successor to Tom Hardy's throne as king of weird voices, and his whole physical performance as well is nothing short of extraordinary. That's mostly the first half of it and it's great, and then you get to…
Pure narrative colapse on a universal-franchisal scale. As much a reckoning for the series as one for Tom Cruise, whose egomaniacal ambitions are finally put under the proverbial microscope. The series has never been this split between its philosophical diatribes and its voracious need for bare-knuckled action mania. No idea if it's good or bad, but it's the biggest batch of something I've seen in a long time. Probably the closest we'll ever get to a Metal Gear Solid 4 movie adaptation (complimentary????? maybe?????)
I really can't recall the last time I saw a film this actively antagonizing, where every itty bitty decision feels put together with a combination of an ironic smirk and a protruding middle finger, both pointed straight at the audience. Even all the way through to the marketing and the trailers, Annette is possibly the biggest rug pull of Carax's career -- and that is saying something. Apart from the opening scene, this really isn't the quirky Sparks musical I…
Cinema through the meat-grinder. Where Crash saw the arrival of avenues conflating the human and the mechanical, Titane rides them out to their logical brick wall, all in a hail of mighty thunder. It's all pure commitment to the desecration of the body, to ripping it from the clutches of theory and abstraction into the realm of sheer physicality. Here, gender and purpose cease to exist, it's all just meat and bones anyway -- crash it, break it, cut it,…
