A shitty year with some excellent movies.
The Beguiled succeeds as an arch comedy that savagely satirises its self-obsessed ladies of leisure.
20th Century Women is equal parts intoxicating and infuriating.
We’re so pretty, oh so pretty … vacant.
Maleficent is studio-mandated fan fiction, a Sleeping Beauty remix with sumptuous visuals that never really provides a good reason for existing. I’ll grant that it’s the first competent execution of the post-300 “artificial live-action” aesthetic, but the narrative adjustments to the classic tale – a sympathetic villain, an excoriation of dictatorial hierarchies and a hefty…