2017-12-28
stasis
2017-12-26
baby driver
i dunno, i like a good vehicular stunt. did i like these? well...sort of? it was all very stylized, which i think was part of the point, but it made it very difficult to just enjoy watching people push vehicles to the limits. not that you get to see a lot of that these days, what with all the effects and such. remember bullit? man, *that* was a car chase.
the truth of it is that, just like any skilled person, a good driver makes it look easy. but that does not generally make for exciting cinema, so instead we get baby driver, a film which lays the style on so thick that it becomes a substitute for the substance which is otherwise lacking.
i am sorry, i got all pretentious there. what i mean is that baby driver is popcorn. lots of fun, goes down easy, ultimately kills you. so lay off the butter already, and eat your vegetables.
baby driver gets two pairs of fancy glasses that look so awkward you might as well have just worn a mask.
bushwick
[IMDB]
interesting premise ruined by directorial masturbation. note that i said interesting, not plausible.
here is the thing, if you are going to do some fancy camera work, eg, make it look like you shot the whole movie in a single take, then you better a) make it invisible, or b) have a good goddamn reason. bushwick did neither. this whole one-take thing in particular is really driving me batshit, by the way. once you see it, you cannot unsee it, and what it is is awkward.
on the plus side, Dave Bautista turned in another understated performance that served to further secure his place as my new favorite wrestler-turned-actor. i also really appreciated the sound work, especially around gunfire. and finally, if there was anything that held this film together, it was the relentless pace paired with an unflinching look at a brutal experience. the balance between acknowledging the gore without lingering on it was exactly where i like it to be, which is to say, far away from me.
bushwick gets three fingers shot off in a gunfight.
2017-12-24
bright
bright is a painfully wrought allegorical tale about race relations in whatever century we currently find ourselves in. plus in this world everybody hates cops, apparently. so i guess that maps cleanly, in the sense that some people say they hate cops, except then the cops save the day, which allows them to be simultaneously downtrodden and heroic and secretly loved by all. except for bad people, who still hate cops, but it is ok, they will get theirs one way or another.
while i am complaining, i will also mention that the storyline was obvious, dialogue trite, characters unidimensional, special effects over/poorly used, and where the fuck were the other six races? there was a girl with nictitating membranes, was she supposed to be something? an aardvark-person, perhaps?
also, i know that will smith never dies in his movies, but if he had turned out not to be a bright, then it would have made for an instance of actual heroism, sacrifice, and character development. just saying.
so i guess what i am saying is that if you were going to really fuck up a movie about race relations, then you would do something like this. please oh please no sequels.
bright gets one elf with a dragon tattoo.