Asghar Farhadi is surely one of his generation’s greatest dramaturgists, so the release of a new film of his is invariably cause for excitement.
But Widows exhibits cosmetic similarities with the heist genre, it resolutely resists generic conventions.
I’m not here to acclaim Red Sparrow as some misunderstood masterpiece. It’s not. Nor is it the disaster its detractors declaim it as.
mother! is not fucking around. This is a film that well and truly earns its exclamation mark.
Thanks to Paramount Pictures, ccpopculture has 10 double passes to give away to mother!, releasing in Australian cinemas September 14th.
The Mummy isn’t a travesty. It’s just Red Rooster, and everyone’s already at KFC or McDonalds.
Either Baywatch or Dead Men Tell No Tales could have been good – well, passable – with screenplays content to be plain ol’ mediocre.
If you’ve paid any attention at all to Daniel Craig’s press tour for the new James Bond film, Spectre, you’d be aware that Craig is pretty well disenchanted with 007. Maybe “really fucking over it” is a better description. He’s described Bond as a “misogynist”, noting that “a lot of women are drawn to him…
Skyfall opens in classic Bond fashion with an extended action sequence involving countless vehicles, composed with enthralling kineticism. As an opening it’s perfect; as a representation of the film’s style it’s misleading. The next half hour or so drags, aside from some impressive visual styling, before the film reveals its true nature with the introduction…