Cars 3 is a bold choice. Like the choice to use your state of the art animation technology to beautifully conceive (seriously Pixar’s landscaping work is just exploding year on year) what is essentially the plot of some 20 mil Fox Searchlight joint don’t make no sense on the surface. They’ve also made this total dad film: a film about the fear of aging, the fear of being outpaced, the fear of the young. Y’all can’t quite grasp without seeing it the subtle contempt that the joint got for youth.
I could have got more stuff done this week. I really should have. The way everything fell around meant that I was able to get all the writing outta the way by Tuesday. Didn’t really do anything for the rest of the week, trying my best to be functional.
My love for this film is entirely selfish. So is this review. So is the five star review I’m going to give it.
I imagine The Midwife might play on a deeper level to me if I retained any knowledge of the careers of Catherine Deneuve and Catherine Frot.
We’ll start with the obvious. It Comes at Night is a poor title for a film in which nothing actually comes during the night.
This is the first Despicable Me film to launch post Minions.
Alone in Berlin is the rather inconsiderate remark of a man who travels along his whole woeful journey with his supportive wife at his side.
I’ve been real slack on keeping this one up.
Y’all done good.
It’s the cutest film of the year. It’s literally called Kitty.