Not knowing hardly anything about this film and its story is what provided such a wonderful experience. I’m placed in 1950’s London and by the film’s end, I almost didn’t want to leave.
Once the film proves it’ll never break away from its lull, I often glanced at my watch hoping the film would just end. Oldman’s ability to dive into Churchill’s character, which is him vying for an Oscar, isn’t enough to make up for the massive flaws elsewhere.
In an era full of superhero and blockbuster films, The Shape of Water provides a refreshing take on filmmaking that I fell in love with.
Lady Bird excels in many categories and there aren’t enough fingers on both my hands to count the ways I love this film.
This film is like getting a cheap Slushie from a nearby gas station. Once you arrive home after a 20-minute commute, what once looked presentable is melted and a big mess. Unlike cheap Slushies, however, The Snowman isn’t sweet at all.
This is grimy and real to its core early on, but Baker’s formula doesn’t hold up for nearly two hours.
The Killing of a Sacred Deer seems to be another artistic, engaging tale.