Have you seen his Great Expectations? That has a humdinger on a long-shot near the middle.
Have you seen his Great Expectations? That has a humdinger on a long-shot near the middle.
I gotta rewatch Children of Men before I see The Revenant, now that I'm even more familiar with the works of Alfonso Cuaron and Emmanuel Lubezki. The first time I watched it, I followed it with Clueless.
I probably liked it more because it treated Dolarhyde as something one step out of reality (wallflower said that the scenes of his life are not from his reality, but the result of Will Graham imagining his life). It helps that Tom Noonan can be fucking creepy as hell while never once raising his voice.
Sicario is, if not the best-looking film I've seen thus far this year (it's fighting for that title with Magic Mike XXL), it's goddamn close. Everybody talks about the forces disappearing into the tunnel, which is a great shot, but what shot really stuck with me was the small little shot of a drain, suggesting awful…
This is a must-see for me just on the basis of Lubezki (gee, no shit, right?), who it sounds like does something akin to a soured version of his work on Malick's last few movies; nature is beautiful, but it fuckin' hates you.
See, I love Manhunter and find Red Dragon (the movie) to be pretty lame, with only Philip Seymour Hoffman improving on his counterpart in the other film (Edward Norton was bizarrely bland in that movie). Then again, I saw Manhunter first.
Where you seeing it? I'm going to South Barrington to see it on the 26th.
The Knick, "This is All We Are": That's how you end a goddamn season/show. I don't want to have to potentially wait until 2017 for my next Soderbergh fix.
Eleanor becomes a vigilante, taking out seedy doctors across the continental United States. Her adventures are scored entirely by David Holmes' cues from Ocean's Twelve.
Oh shit, I just realized that this might indirectly be the final episode of The Narrator Nonsensically Compares Things to Gordon Willis or whatever the fuck it was called!
Soderbergh seems to get off solely on working as quickly as humanly possible while juggling as many jobs as possible. TV was always a good place for him to go.
The Narrator Continues His Soderbergh Escapade
He said that he would have chosen it, but the ballots were done prior to him seeing all of the episodes.
I dunno if it was on Soderbergh's mind when he filmed it, but that whole scene and how it was set up reminded me of Interiors. God knows Cleary seems to share Diane Keaton's ambivalence about that "Jesus Christ nonsense".
You gotta love the completely nauseating sodium lighting in the prelude to that scene, plus Cliff Martinez channeling another Soderbergh composer, David Holmes, with the frantic "warm-up" music.
Thank you, but I should give all credit for the structure of that joke to wallflower.
Oh damn, Josh Modell's neighbors are rushing to the scene with aloe vera, because he just got a BURN.
That situation would leave him Packt Like Sardines in a Crushd Tin Box.
*Shkreli attempts to run over a sweaty Thom Yorke with his car*