“A Hidden Life” passes like the sun across the sky and clouds across the Alps, warming, falling, brutally assured. It is timeless and it is timely.
What if it had been a “movie”? What if it had been good?
Unspeakable but unmissable folly. The kink abides.
Screen of consciousness: what is a “movie”? What is a mood?
Safdies; Sandler; Louisa May Alcott; Greta Gerwig; Saoirse Ronan; Almodóvar; Banderas; Ridley; Driver… Steve Bannon?
A besorrowed hall of mirrors of fathers and children and child actors and child actors and Shia LaBeouf.
Baumbach says the work is portmanteau, “a thriller, a legal procedural, a romantic comedy, a screwball comedy, a tragic love story, even a musical.”
“Knives Out” is a restless, giggling little animal that says much, much, much more than you expect in a modern American picture.
Adam Driver plays fierce intelligence in Scott Z. Burns’ taut, actor-packed political thriller.
A friend walks up to you, a friend walks away from you, in the middle, that friend has put two bullets in the back of you.