I can’t. This was like watching a senior project or something and not a quality film. Acting was mod, interesting plot twist at the half way point but then goes completely downhill. “Effects” are terrible.
Not my jam.
The Dark Knight movies were so much better. The second Batman held up a thumb attached to a thumb drive and said “thumb drive” I was absolutely done with this movie. The score and cinematography are good and all, but that’s about all this film has going for it. The best thing in this film is knowing that the Riddler canonically records vertically on his phone. The acting was subpar at best.
A comedy should be judged by if you laugh. A horror movie should be judged by if it is frightening. If this movie was judged by its ability to put an audience to sleep, it would be great. It's a horror movie, though, so a fail. I'm not saying I saw the end coming, but all the characters acted like they were just serving the plot instead of being actual people. Toni Collette's performance (or was it the script?) was incredibly uneven as she moved from unaffected to completely traumatized...sometimes within the same sequence. I actually liked the final story reveal and it was certainly built throughout. The problem is it took forever to get there and I hated every character so much, I couldn't care less if they lived or died. Garbage that every critic wanted to use "heightened" in a review will be lining up to kiss its ass. Here's the thing...my theater was full and never even a gasp. Did hear one dude snoring, though. See at your own risk.
This movie is really something special. Having had this sold to me as "John Wick but with Nic Cage and a Pig", I went in expecting dumb action and loud set pieces. What I actually got was Chef made by A24, and I absolutely loved it. Pig is a sombre look at the effects of grief and loss on those left behind. It's bleak, but so masterfully told and way above the expectations I'd set for myself going in. So much is told with so little dialogue, it's truly impressive stuff. Nic Cage really turns out here also; the man is the epitome of range and he absolutely nails this performance. Wow, great great stuff and much to muse on, do not skip this.
This was a loud non stop chaotic trip. There were very few breaks to catch your breath. Some people are going to hate it. Adam Sandler is terrific, it's great to see him doing something different than his normal Netflix crap. The music is trippy.
This movie stressed me the fuck out.
This is a movie about Steven Patrick Morrissey (who would later become Morrissey, frontman to the seminal 80s art pop band The Smiths) not singing.
While the film details the lad's pre-fame roots as a giant stereotype filled with neuroses and ego, England is Mine doesn't feel like Morrissey's story. It feels like someone else telling us Morrissey's story--and not doing a good job of it, at that. The recreated Manchester of the late 70s / early 80s looks as superficial as the costuming and hair design, and the character's pouty hubris is more grating than fingernails on a cheese grater.
Do we really need a cliche ridden biopic to learn that young Morrissey was an average moody teenaged pretentious twat with a hatred of people, dislike for work and a love of himself? Or is that something we already suspected before-hand...
