Forget plot—Ana de Armas in neon is cinema’s final form.

Yeah, well, no room for any future disappointment because we already knew the franchise peaked with Fallout. They ended up delivering on not just the best version of an M:I film, but also in of any action film in general in of the sheer craft and kinetics of each stunt and action setpiece. Magnificent even upon an eighth rewatch.
Well, watching this on 35mm definitely unlocked an essential film viewing experience. Incredible how it instantly slips you into this world where hell literally breaks lose on ground.
Back when I watched it 8 years back, my main takeway - apart from the masterclass filmmaking - was its take on religion. Upon a subsequent rewatch, it unfolded like the best version of an anti-hero story about the fragility and inherently corrosive nature of the American dream.
This time, however, noticing…
When it comes to the most influential contemporary filmmakers, few stand out quite like Bong Joon Ho. His signature style is so distinct that it resists the usual constraints of big studio executives. While his sharp critiques of capitalism might seem too pointed for mainstream audiences, it’s his ability to blend tonal whiplash with intricately crafted societies that truly defines his work. In his naturalistic and humanist pursuit of crafting intimate stories, he is concurrently able to reveal the dehumanizing…
The most anticlimactic bloat of a mess in the entire MCU canon, both thematically and narratively. Set aside all the sloppy reshoots and rewrites, if you can't make a coherent espionage thriller while restoring to the status quo in the facade of radical storytelling - then don't even try.
Finally sat myself to watch "Aattam" and, well, jesus.
While no film industry or state in India (or anyplace else, for that matter) is privy to awful suppression and transgression with regards to sexual harassment, I couldn't think of any other industry that would come up with a film so well realized in exposing those faultlines as in contemporary Malayalam cinema.
This is no ordinary whodunit chamber drama. The messaging isn't the priority here - despite the film's brilliantly stagey…
Watched this last week at an early Q&A screening and jesus. Got stoned so hard expecting to have a blast only to realize how it upended its own central idea - one that could've been channeled into a gazillion brazenly exciting ways. And yet as the film goes on, it succumbs to its own mediocre filmmaking where ironically it too seemed to have been taken over by a virus of its own that wouldn't just let it cut at the right moments. Eventually, it bogs the entire second half down.
Watching films that feel like books you'd read at an airport will always remain a favorite sub-genre of mine. Ones that feel supremely accessible and breezy yet also deeply cathartic. Because every time you think of that place or journey going forward, the association instantly places you in the mood of those characters and the kind of mood that lingers.
November 2024 at once proved how America would go gaga and MAGA over the most ridiculously stupid fucking things.
As someone who is often in awe of well shot and choreographed musicals, I was disappointed. As someone who thrives on good storytelling in cinema, I was devastated.