The Greatest (review)
First-time writer-director Shana Feste has made a wise, insightful movie about family, grief, and how awful and how wonderful it is to discover that life goes on after someone you love dies.
First-time writer-director Shana Feste has made a wise, insightful movie about family, grief, and how awful and how wonderful it is to discover that life goes on after someone you love dies.
Made of spoilers. Don’t read until you’ve seen the episode unless you don’t care to have it spoiled for you.
Funny and smart and poignant and real and universal. It’s one of the best movies about family I’ve ever seen…
See it if you love movies with compelling characters doing fascinating things and overcoming tremendous obstacles to get to an immensely satisfying end. You know: the things that movies are supposed to do, but rarely seem to manage.
Shyamalan wanted to leave us shaking our heads and marveling at a terribleness that was not merely terrible, but a terribleness that leaves you astonished at just how very, very terrible it is.
The sparkly vampire guy and the shirtless werewolf guy, they’re still fighting over perfect, perfect Bella, whose perfection extends to a delicate and supposedly adorable feminine idiocy…
Hilarious and witty portrait of a functional dysfunctional New York City family…
Clearly, Dave Lizewski has never read *Watchmen,* or seen the movie…
Damn you, Greg Kinnear, for making me cry over *The Last Song*…
There hasn’t been a movie like The Runaways, one about women rockers that’s just as raw and earthy and tough and pitiless as the ones about the men are.