Slumdog Millionaire (review)
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…
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!
I think I’m entirely justified in saying, ‘Hey, wait a minute…!’
I figured I was probably overthinking this, and should trust that it would all make sense, but I couldn’t help it. I knew that Bolt was about a dog who believes he has superpowers and actually fights crime alongside his beloved person, but he’s wrong because he’s just the canine star of a hit TV action show. I thought, How can a dog look at a green screen and see something that’s not there?