He gets a few good scenes. It’s definitely a supporting role, but they let him fight here and there, and he’s pretty good when he’s not fighting, too.
Yeah, there’s tons to talk about with this one. A movie jam-packed with ideas.
Guys, we have feelings.
Or you could look here.
I think you should. It will be commiserative, I reckon, and is also built on a pretty sweet father-daughter dynamic.
It’s a great song, and almost made the cut. But I couldn’t make room for four Clarity tracks, and I think the three included instead are stronger.
I couldn’t find an organic way to mention it in the review, but yeah, it’s bullshit that this movie is rated R. If you’re 13, you should be able to go see a thoughtful film about something close to your life, even if it has a few curse words in it—and even if you probably *won’t*.
Funny, I liked it way less when it was called that.
Wait, where in this review do I imply that revisionist Westerns are a new thing? The first sentence does almost the exact opposite: I wouldn’t suggest that an expression had *become* redundant if you couldn’t identify a time when it wasn’t—like, yes, the 1950s, when there were revisionist Westerns but also plenty that…
Tap-dancing around spoilers here: I see your point, but I thought the *way* that exposition was delivered, so comforting and with the speaker unseen, was chilling. Keeping in mind who he/she/they are talking to, I thought it was a really creepy way to handle it.
I’ll answer: Very few people participate. Really.
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*Almost* made the cut. Consider it #26.
Young Hellboy! Anyway, goodnight everyone!
So, yup, The Shape Of Water, the nomination leader, won Best Picture. It looks like a decent compromise between singular, out-there artistry and the kind of sentimental prestige production that has traditionally won the big one. I’m not surprised and only a little disappointed—in part because at least we now have a…
Another expected win: Frances McDormand’s shit-talking, take-no-shit turn in Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri wins her a second Best Actress Oscar—perhaps not coincidentally, for a film with a little Coen in its blood. (Her first win was, of course, for Fargo a couple decades ago.) Even those who despise …
Has this ceremony actually moved a little quicker than usual, or is just me? We’re already at the final three!