Lady Bird had me going back to the well of adolescence, to sip on the memories of exuberant passion and exasperation. There are many movies dealing in the maddeningly glorious years of youth, but most of them merely show it; Lady Bird actually feels like you are back at your friend’s house crying over the love of your life while eating cheese.
I was familiar, of course, with the established consensus. Casablanca was one of the greatest motion pictures of all time, a movie unlike any other, a must see for all those who professed even the slightest interest in the art form.
And I had never seen it until today.
What can I say that hasn’t already been said before in the past 75 years? Everything everybody said about Casablanca is true.
There have been thousands, if not millions, of words poured across the decades in an attempt to decipher Adolf Hitler’s mind. Adding any more to the conversation would be superfluous, unless I felt I had something fresh to bring to it.
There is one thing I will say, however, and that is in regards to Hitler’s followers. For the duration of this great film, and throughout my college history courses, I asked: “How could so many people follow this fool? Truly it would not happen in this day and age.”
But then I looked around me. I saw religious leaders endorse political players who do not display Biblical virtue; I saw adherents to an ideology validate violence in the name of freedom.
Is this is the new norm now, why would it have been any different back then, when societal conditions were much worse?
Hats off to Kenneth Branagh for engineering an old fashioned flick in this era of short attention spans and big, fancy explosions.
We did not watch the original because our professor said this remake was more “diverse”.
At least Hollywood is done pretending that superhero movies carry any sense of urgency besides the need to make a billion bucks. Thor: Ragnarok is freaking fun.
The stereotypes mainstream audiences may have regarding French cinema, i.e. overtly sexual, weird, twisted are checked off to a T in Raw, a movie about a horny, murderous, cannibalistic veterinary student.
It is as memorable as it is perturbing.
American Sniper was laughable in how on the nose it was. I still unfortunately recall how at the start of it, one character says to another “Don’t you understand?! I cheat on you to get attention!” The script was littered with moments like this, where the adage “show, don’t tell” was tossed out the window, burned and buried.
Thank You For Your Service does right every little thing that American Sniper did wrong.
A character swings off a chandelier and pushes somebody off a window to their death. I’m still not sure if this moment was played for laughs, or in seriousness. The same could be said for the rest of the flick.
With these based on true story adaptations, the most you can now ask for is for them to not be manipulative, or overly saccharine as to deceive Oscar come award time. This movie succeeds on both fronts.