I feel as badly as the next guy about the wounds suffered by Netflix in Venice — the stunning 53% Metacritic grade for Alejandro G. Inarritu’s Bardo (which I’ll be seeing tonight) + the meh reception to Noah Baumbach’s White Noise.
Speaking as a staunch Inarritu fan over the last 22 years, it is my intention to be as fair and merciless and forgiving and open-veined as possible. “Too long” doesn’t bother me if the filmmaker is imbued or on fire. Inarritu is incapable of mediocrity.
To my great surprise and delight, Christy Hall‘s Daddio, which I was remiss in not seeing during last year’s Telluride...
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7:45 pm: Okay, the initial light-hearted section (repartee, wedding, hospital, afterlife Joey Pants, healthy diet) was enjoyable, but Jesus, when...
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It took me a full month to see Wes Ball and Josh Friedman‘s Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes...
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Unless Part Two of Kevin Costner‘s Horizon (Warner Bros., 8.16) somehow improves upon the sluggish initial installment and delivers something...
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For me, A Dangerous Method (2011) is David Cronenberg‘s tastiest and wickedest film — intense, sexually upfront and occasionally arousing...
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