The film is miraculous. Furiosa is a decade spanning epic with thoughtful world building, an oddessey of vengence on a scale we’ve never seen before and it is somehow balanced with all the primal visceral action that melted your mind with Mad Max: Fury Road. There’s even a gas guzzling high octane truck convoy chase sequence that rips harder than…
Uncloched Gems 🍽
I often think about those rare films that just feel like they are the film that director was born to make. Dinner Rush is that film for Bob Giraldi. The cramped steel kitchens rinsed in harsh white light and lit with flames dazzlingly contrast against the inviting golden brown sepia-toned sultry of the dining room in a way only an expert restauranteur could capture.
We meet characters that feel like archetypal caricatures, but we get to know…
If we are to accept the meaning behind that Jacques Rivette quote, "every film is a documentary of its own making", then The Evil Within is one of the most fascinating and uncanny cinematic documents.
An impressive aesthetic interpretation of the mundane reality that grows to become the visions of one’s nightmares.
Though, for me, while I began the film with a curiosity it never grew beyond that. Perhaps just not quite rich enough to create that feeling of fascination to transcend and ponder the way great surrealist works can conjure.
That shot where Dorothy opens her sepia-toned door into a technicolour world is cinema's most magical moment. 1939 cunnies must have had a fucking heart attack.
