The Kid Who Would be King is just one of those films that doesn’t get made anymore. Childhood fantasy that is strange and dark and a little too kinky for young audiences to be entirely comfortable with. Like those 80s Jim Henson movies, and the worlds of fleshy, wet puppetry they inspired. Rebecca Ferguson’s Morgana begins the film bound underground by the roots of Britain’s trees that she writhes against in order to break free from a country that is weakening. By the end she has transformed into draconic form, her beaklike face disconcertingly leathery, like the puppets these things used to be.
I suppose we all have our gets. It don’t really matter how saccharine or whitewashy or manipulative queer historical fiction gets, I will always be onboard.
I’m not sure what happened. I’m sure everyone’s mostly blameless. If I screwed up my job this bad I’d be fired.
Here’s a Morrissey story for you. Admittedly quite a famous one. When he was publishing his autobiography, titled Autobiography, a few years ago it was delayed due to his demand that they release it under their Classics imprint. Yeah, sure Morrissey, in one hundred years people are gonna wonder what the tempestuous life of The Smiths frontman was like. Brexit wanker.
See I guess it goes like this. David Leitch co-directs John Wick (uncredited though) with Chad Stahelski. Around the same time Charlize Theron is coming off filming Mad Max: Fury Road and now she got the hard proof of her action chops she moves into production of an adaptation of The Coldest City, a passion project that she’d been chasing for a while. She poaches Leitch from John Wick 2 and the two projects start shooting within basically a month of each other. They’re like legitimately, duelling pictures.
Yay, a properly great week for cinema for once. Honestly I’ve been thinking on it recently and I think I may have been being a bit stingy on my five star reviews, especially on big budget action joints. I did reviews without ratings for a long time, I think i still prefer that style of writing but there sure do be something to be said for attaching a solid quantifiable opinion on there.
My love for this film is entirely selfish. So is this review. So is the five star review I’m going to give it.
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.
Y’all done good.
It’s the cutest film of the year. It’s literally called Kitty.