CW: Discussions of Sexual Assault ahead
The first word that pops into my mind when thinking about The Nightingale is "uncompromising". Jennifer Kent's new film, her follow-up to her horror movie sensation The Babadook, is the farthest thing one could imagine from a cookie-cutter major studio production with its bleak examination of how English settlers dehumanized members of marginalized populations, like women and Aboriginal Australians. It's something that evokes Au Hasard Balthazar in numerous moments in its unflinching darkness. Kent's filmmaking is wall-to-wall misery but it isn't just empty gruesomeness. This is an extremely appropriate tone, especially in the way she executes it, for the bleak story she's seeking to tell here.
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Showing posts with label Sam Claflin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sam Claflin. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 14, 2017
Spirited Endurance Makes Up The Backbone Of The Enjoyable Their Finest
I'm sure you, whilst walking out of Dunkirk two months back, thought to yourself "Wow, a whole movie about the Dunkirk evacuation! I wonder, are there any other recent movies covering that subject matter?" Turns out, there was another motion picture this year all about the Dunkirk evacuations, albeit Their Finest covers what happened after that massive evacuation effort. Specifically, it's about some British film executives wanting to create a film based on events from the Dunkirk evacuation that can help inspire the war-weary masses both in England and in countries abroad, specifically America.
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Pirates Of The Caribbean: On Stranger Tides Review (Classic Write-Up)
No one involved with Pirates Of The Caribbean: On Stranger Tides gave two shits about it. Normally, I'd refrain from engaging in the fallacy known as hasty generalization, but here, it's impossible to escape the deafening lack of vigor on display in everything from the acting, plot, action sequences, hell, even Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow (so entertaining even in the weakest parts of Dead Man's Chest) feels more often than not tired in this particular adventure, which is not the sort of impression you want your zany and unpredictable leading man to convey.
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