Big Fish (2003)
Tim Burton, you bastard, youâve done it again. Hit a remarkable 0.7 Titanics on the cry-o-meter and made me want to call my papa. (8/10)
Alien: Romulus (2024)
I reviewed this one in full back in August, so go check that out if you want more detail. A stylish sequel (sevenquel?) that makes the world of Alien more believable than ever and introduces some great new talent. (7/10)
One Flew Over the Cuckooâs Nest (1975)
Seeing Christopher Lloyd in this was like seeing Jeff Goldblum in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Like, hey, youâre not meant to be famous yet!
Itâs one of those films thatâs been talked about so much that i have very little new to add, but i will say that i wasnât expecting this to be as funny as it was.1 (7/10)
Sexy Beast (2000)
Ugh. Once the plot gets moving two thirds of the way through itâs pretty good, but that first hour is ĂŚsthetically revolting in the most perplexing way. The Spanish countryside has never looked so grimy and clammy. I hate all of these people. (3½/10)
Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
I didnât know Steven Spielberg had the capacity to be so⌠cryptic? I love how the film builds up the mystery of whatâs going on, with an ending that leaves you wondering in both senses of the word. Contactâs better, yeah, but Contact wouldnât exist without Close Encounters as a base to work off. (9/10)
Silent Running (1972)
Douglas Trumbull, 2001âs special-effects man, gets into directing with this sickeningly seventies environmentalist sci-fi fable. Thereâs a lot to like here, but i canât help the feeling that this would have worked a lot better if youâd cut it up into five twenty-minute TV episodes and had Tom Baker show up midway through. (5/10)
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024)
Went to the cinema for this, for⌠some reason? Tim Burton is back, baby, having finally freed himself from Disneyâs offputting computer-generated tendrils, and while Beetlejuice²: Beetlejuice Harder is ultimately inessential, itâs a fun legasequel thatâs better than anyone was reasonably expecting, keeping up the same manic energy as the original. Michael Keaton, Catherine OâHara, and Winona Ryder havenât missed a step since 1988. Willem Dafoe is great too, though like most of the new cast, his character doesnât have much to do in the story, which struggles to commit to any of its three plot threads.
Also, the lead girl falls in love with a socially awkward zoomer who listens to Sigur RĂłs, which means thereâs still a chance for me. So thatâs⌠thatâs good. Thatâs reassuring. (6/10)
Hannah and Her Sisters (1986)
Once youâve seen one Woody Allen film, youâve seen them all, and boy did i wish i was seeing Annie Hall instead. (5/10)
Casablanca (1942)
Come on. Itâs Casablanca. What do you want me to say? Every five minutes thereâs a line that made me point at the screen like Leonardo DiCaprio. âWeâll always have Paris.â (10/10)
Slumdog Millionaire (2008)
Unnerving to see Dev Patel before his ongoing âsexiest man aliveâ era, but you can never go wrong with Danny Boyle, whose kinetic, saturated style elevates a simple feel-good rags-to-riches story. (6/10)
The Substance (2024)
I cannot fucking believe i roped my mum into coming to the cinema with me.2 Greatest decision of my life. Her fucking face!
The Substance is the goopiest [sic] movie iâve ever seen, and thatâs ignoring all the body horror. Demi Moore digs through wet rubbish to pick up a sticky USB drive and splatters eggs everywhere. Dennis Quaid eats a bowl of shrimp that makes the worldâs most viscerally disgusting noise. Margaret Qualleyâs teeth fall out.3
My one complaint is i wish it had gone further. Everyone on the internet thinks it went too far. No. They are fools. That blood-sprayed audience should have started melting into The Thing, and we all know that deep inside our hearts. (9½/10)
Videodrome (1983)
Long live the new flesh! A film starring a Betamaxussy and a man who exists exclusively through semi-sentient VHS tapes. So many ideas, so little time (the Cronenberg special). Watching this is like trying to remember a nightmare you just woke up from.
Iâm filing this in the same folder as Rear Window, a film with a surprising amount to say about an internet that it couldnât have reasonably foreseen. What are we if not, like Brian OâBlivion4, ghosts of all our past transmissions? Is the online avatar not the new flesh? Existenz tackles the internet more head-on, but suffers from the fact that David Cronenberg doesnât know what a video game is. Videodrome is unburdened by the future facts, and so can say whatever it wants. (10/10)
Hundreds of Beavers (2024)
A double feature with Videodrome. Sure. Why not. Letâs go.
This tickled the Gremlins 2 area of my brain in delightful Looney Tunes-esque fashion. What a silly little flick. (9½/10)
The A-Team (2010)
Stepdadâs pick for movie night. My review: âStepdadâs pick for movie nightâ. (3/10)
Megalopolis (2024)
Francis Ford Coppolaâs final fart is why Hollywood canât have nice things, an incomprehensible schmaltzy mess about how Adam Driver is a Very Special Boy who is always right. I donât know where the money went â everything looks like Spy Kids. What an embarrassing way to go out. (2/10)
Francis Ford Coppola shoots for the moon and misses with Megalopolis, his long-gestating passion project that shows why studio interference isnât always the worst thing. Sometimes you need someone in the room to say ânoâ. Every creative decision made here is baffling: Adam Driverâs character can stop time, and this never comes up. Our main character can stop time, and this does not play a role in the filmâs story! His political rival leaks a video of him having sex with an underage pop star, and within about five minutes, it turns out it was fake and she was 23 anyway, so that plotlineâs resolved and never comes back up. Every conflict is like this. I donât know whatâs going on. (4/10)
Francis Ford Coppolaâs Megalopolis: A Fable defies your puny human notions of âgoodâ or âbadâ in an ambitious sci-fi drama thatâs like if Hillary Clinton wrote a Neil Breen film.5 You can neatly split the cast into âknew what kind of movie they were inâ and âdidnâtâ. Shia LeBeouf knew â he chews the scenery with every line as if the sets were made of cotton candy. Aubrey Plaza knew, because thereâs no way not to know what kind of movie youâre in when your character is called âWow Platinumâ and makes Mr LeBeouf give her head. Adam Driver probably knew? He can get pretty hammy, but heâs kind of trying to keep a straight face. Nathalie Emmanuel didnât know â sheâs the female lead, but her performance is so wooden i was genuinely shocked to find out she wasnât a nepotism hire. Giancarlo Esposito is insulated enough from the properly weird stuff that i donât think he knew. (6/10)
Francis Ford Coppolaâs Francis Ford Coppolaâs Megalopolis: A Fable is so sincere i canât help but love it. Itâs a man who built his fame on films about the criminal underworld and the hell of war going: âI refuse to let this be my legacyâ. Megalopolis is about a man with a vision for a better future and the power to make it happen. (His vision for a better future mostly involves those moving walkways they have at airports. I never said it was perfect.) And, yeah, itâs a little undercooked. Yeah, itâs as subtle as a brick.6 But itâs the film the man wanted to make, and itâs a film that proudly stands against the cynical doom and gloom that has infested popular culture since the nineties. I canât help but respect that. (8/10)
âWhaddaya think of this boner i got?â âJon Voight, 2024 (10/10)