Okay, not “darker” per se but certainly more assertively dark, in case you like semantic games.
Someone said “hey, let’s put a Park Chan-wook film out on Blu-ray,” and I responded with “I will take a copy and write about it.”
So THIS is what it feels like when you half-trip a landmine and you’re stuck in the field waiting for someone to disable it.
A full tank is a happy tank, full tanks make happy brewers, and happy brewers make happy beer. Look, I don’t know where I’m going with this either.
A new middleground in banal post-9/11 cinema, and we should all be grateful Tahar Rahim showed up for it.
A movie so bad, I may need a break from Ghibli for a while.
Please don’t make me think about this movie for any longer than I have to to share this review.
So, I covered Sundance this year, from the comfort and safety of my couch, often wearing my PJs, frequently drinking a beer of my choosing from our fridge. In the loosest sense possible, I’ve “covered” Sundance before; here and there, I’ve provided spot reviews for movies that, i their release years, turned out to be …
This movie left me feeling awful Maudlin.
Just as a hint: The poster cuts off one of the most ferocious images in the movie. They had to mute its ferociousness. THAT’S how ferocious it is.
Better get on this now so you don’t have to play catch-up when “Two Nights in Miami” comes out.