Confess, Fletch is a dad-core fun version of what I wished Knives Out would have been. stupid idiot Jon Hamm walks around Boston in a Lakers cap and has a hot Italian girlfriend. content warning: he aggressively shucks off his white New Balances and goes barefoot a lot of the time, one character comments about it pressing heavily on the fourth wall
watching this convinced my wife to give the original two films a shot
edit: forgot to mention the cyan-orange colour grading: it’s there but done really stupidly, lots of orange scenes with no blue then a cut to Jon Hamm looking like shit in blue light in the dark. wonderful
caught one of only two screenings in local cinema here of ‘Inu Oh’, newest Masaaki Yuasa (Tatami Galaxy, Night is Short Walk On Girl)… and it is such a wild ride! Rockstars in 14xx, Monks breakdancing? Hell Yes
If that should hit streaming portals, absolutly make sure to give it a shot, you won’t see one alike for a long, loong time!
bug (2006) was primo prime time hilarious tweaker shit. we reside in the world of aphids! THEY’RE ALL LISTENING!!! ITS DEEPER THAN JOHN DOE NUMBER TWO!!!
will have to let it sit for a while , but immediate thoughts are i think it offsets the rest of the film in a very interesting way +feel like it forces you reframe all of what you just saw. much better for it ending ambiguously already, maybe having such a jarring ending makes that even more apparent?
Finally got to see Smile (thanks, freebie T-Mobile year of Paramount Plus), and…goddamn that trailer did some Herculean weight carrying.
I mean, the main actress is great and does a hell of a job playing an absolute nervous wreck, kudos, but the whole movie feels like someone did a Silly Putty transfer of It Follows (does that make sense, y’all know what I mean with that, right, I wasn’t the only kid slapping Silly Putty on Garfield on Sundays, right…?)
The reveal of the monster is hilarious instead of scary, and even when it does some Junji Ito Layers of Fear shit right at the end, it’s just kinda…eh?
I got a little zooted and randomly watched The Last Dragon, and now it’s one of my favorite movies. I’m a sho’nuffhead
At one point the main character goes to a movie theater to watch Enter the Dragon and the movie stops to show a Bruce Lee fight scene uncut in its entirety. At another point some characters are watching the movie’s version of Soul Train and the movie shows the entirety of the music video for Rhythm of the Night.
By far my favorite bit of the movie though is that theres a character called “The Shogun of Harlem” who at multiple points during the movie interrupts a scene with his themed cronies by kicking open a door and challenging the main character to a fight. He has no other characterization and looks like this:
Tried to watch Where the Crawdads Sing and turned it off after 45 minutes. I almost never walk out of movies but by god if it isn’t just the absolute dullest lit-fic Oscar grab garbage dump of a movie. Faulknerian family trauma rendered with the paintbrush of a cinematic Thomas Kinkade. The President should personally assign Terrence Malick a covert mission to burn every hard drive that contains a copy of this film
meanwhile I’ve been having great luck with critical darlings this year — Tár was hilarious, vintage Todd Field/Focus Features, Armageddon Time was really well drawn despite everyone making the usual excuses for James Gray being impressionistic and less than its sum, Aftersun was beautiful and sentimental,
