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.
Behold mumblecore! It’s just like regular-movie-core, but with hipster cred. Except it’s just more of the same old shit roughed up around the edges…
Sort of a Xerox copy of the 1987 *Predator,* with the only point perhaps establishing Adrien Brody’s action creds, in case that Oscar for *The Pianist* starts holding him back from getting good work.
Funny and smart and poignant and real and universal. It’s one of the best movies about family I’ve ever seen…
Better than *Toy Story 3.* Really.
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…
Is it too overblown to suggest that what passes for the modern American mainstream comedy has finally descended into the downright sociopathic?
Tilda Swinton, matriarch of a ridiculously wealthy Milan family, has sex with a man not her husband. And she *likes* it. So she must be punished.