A Girl Cut in Two (review)
It’s billed as a ‘Hitchcockian thriller,’ but frankly I see nothing either Hitchcockian nor thrilling this same-old Gallic tale…
It’s billed as a ‘Hitchcockian thriller,’ but frankly I see nothing either Hitchcockian nor thrilling this same-old Gallic tale…
It opens with archival footage of police raids on gay bars, grainy black-and-white stuff that’s like a grim glimpse into a distant dreadful past, like the 1950s and 60s were another planet, and you think, Geez, people really worried *that much* about who was sleeping with whom?
An enchanting movie about love and destiny and honor and perseverance and how a shitload of money cannot ever hope to measure up to them…
If this is meant to be representative of ‘modern relationships,’ count me out.
Brad and Kate are perfectly, deliriously happy with their unmarried, child-free existence, so naturally this cannot be allowed to stand.
If director Baz Luhrmann had decided to shoot in black-and-white, you’d hardly be able to tell this wasn’t made around 1939 or so. Sure, all those gorgeous helicopter shots of the wild and dangerous and beautiful Outback would be a dead giveaway, so they’d have to go. But otherwise…
It was Charlie Kaufman, at the multiplex, with a mindfrak.
Like much of what we see in the documentary genre these days, Irena Salina’s messily impassioned exposé of the world water crisis will, by dint of its arthouse release trajectory, bypass those not already in the know…
You’ve never seen a vampire movie like this before — that I can promise you. There hasn’t *been* one like this before.
It’s like an actual grownup movie, all serious and important. Like you can tell how beautiful the vampires are supposed to be because everything gets slow and sparkly when they walk by — and I mean even when they’re not in sunlight LOL!