Tag: Movie
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From the Land of the Moon Review – No idea either

I don’t have too much to say about From the Land of the Moon aside from how boring it is. Like, it’s real dull.
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My Cousin Rachel Review – Les Cousins Dangereaux

Oh man, this is way better than I was expecting. Like I thought it’s be some second tier gothic period thriller from a lesser known Daphne du Maurier title but heck, this one actually got some go to it.
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The Weekly Roundup: 11/06/17

Funny how a one week break turns into two when you have near zero discipline and self control. It’s good to be back, turns out the one thing that makes me more frustrated than writing is not writing. Here’s the last week’s lot. I’ve been telling a lot of people to watch Michaël Dudok de Wit’s…
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After the Storm Review – Ode to the shitty fathers

It’s a bad dad tale. I guess the real tragedy is that he’s not even close to being the worst dad we’ve seen on the screen and even then he don’t get off too easy. At the same time, speaking as someone with they own daddy issues, he gets more than he deserves.
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Baywatch Review – Needs more gay

here’s two dick jokes in Baywatch. Well, I mean there’s more than two dick jokes in Baywatch, come on, but there are two major setpiece dick jokes. That’s the level we’re working on here.
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Wonder Woman Review – Don’t let the dicks get you down

There probably exists a time in the future when there’ll be a critical reappraisal of Wonder Woman. People will be asking, ‘Was that it? People got so excited over that?’ There’ll probably be some sort of vindication for all the shitty complainy men who so frequently whine over this sort of thing. We’ll forget that…
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The Red Turtle Review – Agonising perfection

Michaël Dudok de Wit’s The Red Turtle is just sickeningly beautiful. Seriously. It’s like every frame is draped with so much perfection that it becomes impossible to glimpse the working parts underneath. It’s so striking, so mercurial that you really can’t deny the power of the thing.
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The Other Side of Hope Review: Something being said

Damn, why is it that all the Nordic movies are the most determinedly stylish? If it ain’t Juho Kuosmanen buying up Europe’s entire stock of 16mm b/w film for The Happiest Day in the Life of Olli Mäki or Roy Andersson playing with the nature and texture of digital filmmaking in his Living Trilogy then…

