Enjoyable and better than the average subpar superhero films we're deluged by. Here's my (slightly) longer review in the weekly thread.
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Waking Life (2001)
An oneiric odyssey where rotoscoped reality liquefies into liminal instances. Dialogues cascade like Schrödinger’s thought bubbles, questions unanswered and compounding in synaptic fireworks. To experience this symposium of the soul is to drift between Wittgenstein and wonder. Less a film to watch, than a cinematic defibrillator for lifelong dormant minds.
The Man from Earth (2007)
A peripatetic thought experiment emerges when an extraordinary claim ignites intellectual spelunking within one cabin room. The claustrophobic setting both vanishes the budget constraints and intensifies the hypnotic existential sparring, alas the professors parries with pedestrian questions as if undergrads. Still, the verbal wildfire proves gripping until the ending indurates ambiguity into tragic literalism. Proof that ideas, not effects, ignites cinema's campfire.
Better Man (2024)
"They say your life freezes at the age you become famous. So I am fifteen. I'm stunted. I'm unevolved."
This confession elevates docudrama blueprints into tragic self-portraiture. Fame's arrested development isn't just explored; it's autopsied with candour, exposing addiction and atrophied maturity with startling vulnerability avoiding redemption porn. Songs reverb organically from narrative score, harmonizing with every scene in perfect rhythm. Piece by Piece’s CGI gimmick crumbles as a futile distraction; here, it's the thesis.
The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025)
Atomic-age chic and family-first ethos inject momentary vitality into Marvel’s creative decay. A vibrant, flawed retro-comic panel where the margins outshine the central splash page as it stumbles from trite comic-villain sins^1^ and subplots disintegrate like unstable molecules. Marvel's first family remain hopeful with wobbly first steps.
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All the more egregious as it's Galactus and Silver Surfer.
Prince of Darkness (1987)
Quantum babble meets apocalyptic theology. Cinema's longest opening credits putting Spaceballs' to shame sets the tone of things to come: "competent" grad students sprint headlong into horror stupidity, science transmogrifies to séance, and eldritch horror reduced to ectoplasm. Carpenter's surprising synth-drenched atmosphere salvages our ears. No Thing, but its campy bastard sibling.
Welcome back Memfree! Your positive review for 'Hyenas' led to it being added to my watchlist.
I'm waiting for one night when everyone's down for 'Sinners' so I can finally watch it. I also have a smattering of Tarkovsky's films on the watchlist, would you have a recommendation on which order?
Agreed. The director played it safe; aspired to be John Wick but is a soulless Nobody - which is already derivative.
My - often banal - reasoning for each:
'Ghost' - I love love (when done correctly) and it's been long on my watchlist thanks to its cultural zeitgeist.
'La Collectionneuse' - 'Ma nuit chez Maud' is on my watchlist then I discovered it was part of Rohmer's collection prompting me to watch it in order.
'Secret Admirer' - It's love and I have a tenderness for the 80s making it a simple light choice and watch when browsing.
'Topkapi' - Scrolling through and the name caught my eye as I chose not to enter the palace on a previous trip.
'Love Hurts' - I wanted to view it in theatres but nobody else did so here I am finally streaming it. I'm now relieved no-one wanted to go.
Ghost (1990)
Posthumous love transcends its pottery-wheel kitsch into genre-blending mastery: part romance, part thriller, part cosmic comedy, and all metaphysical yearning. Swayze's unchained melody leads to Goldberg's Oda Mae stealing every scene with perfect levity. Though there, plot issues be damned in the face of love's victory over death! Its zeitgeist grip is earned and is indeed transcendent. Ditto.
La Collectionneuse (1967)
Gamine Haydée’s sexually-liberated presence fractures the languid hypocrisy of two "intellectuals" summering in ennui. Gallery-hopeful Adrien narrates in first-person deceit his moral superiority while coveting Haydée and his friend, sculptor and self-proclaimed barbarian Daniel mimics nonchalance with faux-libertine shrugs. Against their pompous barrage, her nightly routine soon evolves, left ambiguous by agency or mirror. Offering no verdict, but a capsule of 60s moral rot under the sun-kissed Riviera.
Secret Admirer (1985)
80s teen tropes abound from slack-jawed parents to mistaken love letters but what sets it apart is its search for romance over sex. Its comedic elements are as effective as Reaganomics yet its embrace of young love's naïveté and gawky earnestness disarms. Objectively cliché, irresistibly nostalgic.
Topkapi (1964)
A meretricious caper gilded by Istanbul's sun-drenched glamour, buoyed more by location than larcenous genius. Istanbul’s bazaars and palaces shimmer like stolen emeralds, while Turkish wrestling adds cultural heft; both dearly required to divert from languid plotting. It includes the famed wire-dangling theft which birthed a beloved genre trope. This film remains a minor classic, a postcard from heist cinema’s adolescence.
Love Hurts (2025)
Anemic Valentine's entry where romance's absence is murderously felt. The action sequences are generic edited schlock, but the mismatched casting prove fatal as Quan’s treacly realtor-ex-hitman flails in a role demanding Jackie Chan charm and suffocates on arrival, overshadowed by DeBose’s femme fatale's negative presence. Their chemistry is even worse, all heart-shaped packaging without a pulse. It exists as a foreclosed property copied from superior blueprints. Mediocrity indeed hurts.
I preferred when the weekly thread was pinned a few days at the top for easy access and viewing.
I just left a short review in the weekly thread with this movie. While I do not count K-pop amongst my proclivities, it was an enjoyable albeit shallow fare - though it never promised to be more.
Garden State (2004)
A funeral sparks rebirth as a chemical fog lifts when Andrew, numbed by prescriptions, meets Sam, a grounded manic pixie dream girl who radiates sans cloying artifice. Expertly maneuvering clichés with earnest sweetness; each new apt soundtrack elevates his awakening. Though underutilized, the father and he together suture the chronic wound, feeling closure's quiet catharsis. After long night, sunrise.
The Shop Around the Corner (1940)
James and Margaret are bickering clerks unknowingly courting via epistolary exchanges filled with adoring prose. A timeless manuscript of hate-to-love romances, etched permanently into cinema's DNA. The simple predominant setting elevates characters' depth, including the side characters to beyond mere fixtures. Eternally charming.
The Menu (2022)
Overcooked satire skewers haute consumerism with the subtlety of a cleaver. Chef’s lament, “he aspires for greatness but he’ll never achieve it” echoes the film’s fate. Theming and plating entices as we're given an amuse-bouche of compelling premise giving way to an entrée of undercooked absurdist narration and a dessert of bland resolution. Style over sustenance; as our protagonist, Margot, says, "I'm still fucking hungry."
KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
Delivering exactly what the title promises, a generic synthesis of K-pop and their idols while slaying demons. Tropes abound as if produced in autotune, character depth flatlines like a dropped verse, and animation occasionally stutters but the original songs in K-pop style, true fandom archetypes, and exaggerated anime-esque reactions crackle with youthful fun verve. Formulaic as K-pop's mandatory concept change, yet easily palatable like listening to American Top 40.
The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim (2024)
Hark! An avaricious shadow falls upon Middle-earth and another withered branch upon the White Tree. Hallowed memory desecrated by this wraith of the Riddermark; landscapes faithfully rendered in mimicry, pallid heroes bereft of myth and soul, animation jerks with the grace of orcs. This is no heir to Peter Jackson's reverence. Fly! Even The Hobbit’s follies shone brighter.
I completely understand, where you are now in life will always tint what you think and consume regardless of your attempts otherwise. At their age and time, the world is newly blossomed and everyone's a friend. It most assuredly helps that neither of them are vapid creatures, shown to be capable of discourse despite dissenting opinions - I only truly recall the one, with the fortune teller. And above all else, they're in love.
The 'Before' trilogy are amongst my favourite series of all time and I never felt, even in minutiae, a hint of sophistry. However, it may be my internal romantic bias rearing its head.
Nomadland (2020)
"I'm not homeless. I'm just house-less."
A luminous psalm of resilience, reframing desolation not as punishment but eudaimonic poetry through Fern, a woman anchored by transience. Barren landscapes tenderly beckon against sterile parking lots; sunsets gild trailer windows and parched sand like sacramental gold. Here, in rootless soil, communal kindness blooms with startling generosity. An elegy etched in mundanity, transforming hardship into quietly effulgent transcendence.
Babylon (2022)
Kafkaesque spectacle rolling from chaotic bacchanal speciousness into biting bitterness, then abrupt, saccharine collapse. A relentless three hour Hollywood love letter but the celluloid fever dream never numbs, referential filmic brio accentuates its core passion and the soundtrack defies torpor. La La Land's darker, inconsistent, messier twin but still an ode to the silver screen and its excess.
The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Gallant (2025)
A panoramic wuxia epic thrusts us mid-saga, directly into a war between the Mongols and the Jin Dynasty while the main character hails from the Song Dynasty. Required heavy exposition occasionally hinders momentum and the brotherhood theme feels rote, yet Mongolian steppes and cultures rendered with breathtaking grandeur and surprising reverence dazzles and awes. A flawed but vibrant cultural tapestry of nomadic spirit.
Lebanon (2009)
War's vitriolic truth funnelled through a tank's targeting eye; its initial claustrophobic focus curdles into sclerotic fatigue. In a welcome allegory, the turret basket pools with oil, urine, and shell casings like bodily fluids in a wounded soldier. As the Sho't tank grinds brokenly onwards, the film's power too stalls. Unflinchingly authentic but ultimately mired.
Jurassic World: Rebirth (2025)
A fossilized facsimile of Jurassic Park's greatest hits, desultorily exhuming island form and nostalgic scenes without their primal soul. Human characters swarm like overabundant comp(y)sognathus carcasses; Xavier's egregious presence hemorrhages goodwill like a sauropod’s arterial spray. Exhausted Velociraptors still outpace their Mutadon replacements and the mutant dinosaur finale is pure abomination, all ugly teeth and cheap shock fills its cranium. Dinosaurs remain theropod-terrible joys, yet this taxonomic travesty lets human bloat titanosaur over Mesozoic spectacle. Franchise ossified in amber; life fails to find a way.
Automod and pinning failure made me miss this weekly thread initially.
I knew I should have watched 28 Years Later instead but I got outvoted. I'll try for this weekend.
I read that the sequel to TMFE is to be missed and as I was deeply dismayed by the end revelation, it would require a commendation from you or others to place it onto the watchlist.
That's perfectly reasonable as it was similar to my initial reaction as well. Upon further contemplation, the fever dream that is 'Waking Life' isn't only about asking the questions - of which I readily admit some struck me as prosaic - but works as an excellent introduction to the majority of people who go through life like one of Heraclitus' sleepers. In addition, it faithfully renders the disjointed experiences of a psychedelic experience.
Perhaps your rewatch will be enjoyed more than mine due insight into the time or nostalgia.
Hey! Quit naming movies already on my watchlist so I'm tempted to push it up the queue.
I'll be honest, Take That's latter albums are much more my era (to which I also prefer), as a result, I came into this mostly blind. If you do watch it and leave a review, feel welcome to tag me so that I am apprised!