Chaplin, Kael, Cage, Lubitsch, Altman, Scorsese, Bertolucci, Reichardt, to banish the winter blues.
Not strictly by the books.
“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.