Edit: I’m just bumping this one for a quick future edit, everyone. I originally churned this one out for a content mill, later porting it over to both CC2K and my personal blog. It’s a quaint little stroll down memory lane. Updates forthcoming.
Let’s talk about this new trailer while I try to get a handle on some middle-form blogging.
Note: I’ve marked this as an “unearthed blog post,” but I’ve not yet had a chance to revise it. I’ll very likely do so in the near future, especially given that J.J. Abrams has since directed another Trek movie along with two Star Wars movies.
A resounding success.
I know this is high blasphemy, but I wasn’t crazy about ROGUE ONE.
Rian Johnson proves he’s the right man to assume the mantle of steward of the Star Wars franchise.
Be warned — massive SPOILERS AHEAD!
The Marvel brand is a fairly homogeneous one.
Well, it was the muddled mess I’d been told to expect, but it has its virtues. Briefly:
Now I’ve done it. I went and accidentally watched the whole three-hour extended cut of Batman Versus Superman, the stupid title I won’t write out. In case anyone cares, I liked it better than Civil War, though both movies had the consistency of tapioca — pure mush, pure cinematic gibberish.
Mild SPOILERS ahead for BvS, and the Netflix series Stranger Things.
To close out April Fool’s Week 2015, CC2K’s Tony Lazlo does some makeup homework, covering two versions of Romeo & Juliet, two versions of Henry V, all while finding time to revisit Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet and Julie Taymor’s Titus. Enjoy!
Inherent Vice didn’t electrify me the way most of Paul Thomas Anderson’s other movies do, but I still dig it, because it’s a movie that’s meant to be dug. It’s a sidewinding, meandering goof of a noir; like Raymond Chandler had lived long enough to write about the late-60s death of hippie counterculture … or if Thomas Pynchon had decided to write about it himself. And while it pains me to start this review on a pair of off-notes, I’ll say that even though Vice showcases Anderson’s utterly unsurprising knack for literary adaptation, watching the gifted director cram his style into the episodic, blocky confines of a detective yarn — even one as good as this — feels unnatural, like watching Shaquille O’Neal try to fit into a Mini Cooper. In essence, Inherent Vice is Paul Thomas Anderson’s Jackie Brown; a rock-solid literary adaptation that calls a great deal of his skill set into use, but which still doesn’t quite feel like one of the director’s signature projects.