Uncut Gems
I don’t understand why anyone would make movies like a bad parent feeding babies sawdust mixed with sugar: A shrug, another spoonful and reasoning, “They keep eating it.”
Tag: R
Tully
Cody wrote and Reitman directed Juno, Young Adult and now Tully. In every one of them, they substitute a sense of real adulthood with a take that feels like an ambitious high school class kid making a musical version of Dicken’s Bleak House.
The Lovers
The love leaked out like the helium in a week-old party balloon, and now all that is left is a soft, shriveled ball hovering an inch off the floor behind the sofa.
The Disaster Artist
The Disaster Artist is decent because its subject matter is terrific. I just think it could be more honest with itself. It’s not a celebration of the outsider. It’s a patronizing pat on the back from a shitload of people who have made it to the top the traditional way.
The Big Sick
The Big Sick is a damn fine movie, one with actual laughs, and with the effortless reminder that everyone just wants to be loved, no matter how miserable that will ultimately make them.
Sorry to Bother You
There is something exciting about watching an unrestrained movie, one that projectile vomits fresh ideas and jokes onto the big screen. This is especially true when the typical movie experience is becoming increasingly sanitized and safe.
Snatched
I have this rule about comedies; they should be funny. Snatched isn’t. It starts out with a few jokes, mostly easy, and then it wilts faster than an old man’s dick in the peanut butter.
Rough Night
Rough Night is the exact opposite of visionary art. It’s the poop borne of a commercial ass, of someone whose soul–if they had one–was sold long ago. The script is the film equivalent of a Kentucky Fried Chicken billboard promoting some assortment of greasy foods food for five bucks.
Ready or Not
I get the sense the folks who made Ready or Not are with me. Why overcomplicate something when you don’t have to?
Pet Sematary
As it plods along, it hands out the jolts with the thriftiness of an extreme couponer giving her children allowance. Loud trucks honking horns or cats scowling are supposed to scare us. Creaking floorboards and open doors rattling in the wind are supposed to set the mood.