You’re not going to remember anything about it in six months.
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Sentimental Value feels like the film Joachim Trier had in him from the beginning, finally realized without compromise.
You don’t remember Keeper for what happens. You remember how it feels while it’s happening.
Dracula worked for 125 years because he was a nightmare. Turning him into a goth boyfriend was never going to improve the formula.
Shelby Oaks doesn’t quite become the horror classic it’s trying to be, but it gets close enough to remind you why trying still matters.
Cinema can stage the epiphany, but the four-track only captured the doubt.
We talk about self-discovery as if it’s excavation, but sometimes it’s submission. Letting someone else tell you what you’ve been all along.
Anemone maybe is national epic, a family tragedy, and a psychological horror all at once, but in the end, it’s just two old men talking to one another and the rest of us are left eavesdropping
If Civil War did nothing for you, that tells me everything I need to know about how you watch movies.
Him isn’t a bad movie with interesting ideas, it’s an interesting idea that never survived becoming a movie.
Cronenberg doesn’t want you to understand The Shrouds. He wants you to feel the gap between knowing and letting go.
Train Dreams argues, without ever raising its voice, that the fastest way to feel real might be to stop checking whether you matter.
