APPARENTLY ANAKIN HAS HAD ENOUGH TANTRUMS THAT HE IMMEDIATELY KNOWS “TAKE A SEAT, YOUNG SKYWALKER” MEANS “GO TO YOUR DESK AND COLOR OUT YOUR FEELINGS UNTIL YOU CALM DOWN” (BECAUSE HE IMMEDIATELY DOES IT AND IS COLORING THE ENTIRE MEETING) AND LEGO STAR WARS IS THE ONLY STAR WARS I WILL ACCEPT ANYMORE
It’s pretty great, in the era where every single marketable villain has to get a redemption arc regardless of their prior actions, to look back on Gul Dukat going through all the usual “come to Jesus” moments and instead each time deciding to become worse.
We have several inspirational true stories this month, but this one is special because it was a rare movie recommendation from my dad, who famously does not particularly care about art or stories. It’s immediately obvious why it clicked with him, an immigrant who had to make a lot of tough choices in life and a confirmed family guy.
Sweet, sweet European ambiguity. None of it’s in the realm of the fantastic. It’s just something that could really nag at you for the rest of your life.
I’m annoyed that I had the wrong director noted down, because this absolutely should’ve been watched in October. It was only lost in the shuffle of balancing the diversity of the directors. But, you know, it’s alright. Matthew Lillard is the key stone to the whole thing.
How could I skip this? A Christmas slasher movie featuring a dope design for the killer, and it was in theaters. It has the vibe of a Netflix holiday special and that’s perfect for this.
This damn movie got me by the brain banana. I’m still tempted to read the books. I really just need to know why the story doesn’t go full Talented Mr. Ripley with the male leads. It’s right there.
I know not every Taika Waititi can be his sort of sense of humor, but he’s at his best when he’s in that zone. This one’s a perfectly cromulent feel-good comedy, and Fassbender’s whatever but I like the actress playing Jaiyah.
Loved it, stamp of approval. Funny when it has to be, serious in other moments. Just kind of a glimpse into a small group of people in the vein of those good short stories that hang around in the back of the mind.
I guess we couldn’t expect the Grindhouse trailer to be made into a movie, but watching The Holdovers put me in that 70s mindset and wishing they’d gone for it. What we did get is standard slasher fare.
Not really blowing anyone away with a tepid biopic. I’m just surprised to learn that Napoleon’s ass got away with so much shit before being locked away in a tropical paradise.
Me: Look, I just want time to engage in my little hobbies and interests and not be bothered by anyone, that’s all.
The universe: The best-laid plans of mice and men… and you, the small man who wanted nothing but time. You, now just a part of a smashed landscape, just a piece of the rubble, just a fragment of what man has deeded to himself.
“Back in the day my father knew a space ship captain, real good with the ladies. He used to say, “that Captain Kirk, he was as smooth as a Klingon forehead.” Well, I always thought that was odd, ya know?”
