My girls wanted to see more Beauty and the Beast after we enjoyed the animated classic last week. So I pulled this up on Disney+ (not realizing the Christmas one is the first proper midquel).
My girls wanted to see more Beauty and the Beast after we enjoyed the animated classic last week. So I pulled this up on Disney+ (not realizing the Christmas one is the first proper midquel).
I am a man of intense intestinal fortitude when it comes to stomaching cutesy teen dialogue.
This was my first time watching this all the way through since I became a dad, and BOY does it hit different.
I know a lot of the value of this movie is the influence it brought on indie films:
I’ve always been extremely fond of this one (moreso than Hot Fuzz; never seen World’s End).
I watched this with my daughters, and it helped me rediscover the fear and romance and hope for redemption baked into the story. The script, characters, and music are all so timeless and perfect.
In 2009, when I was a 20-year-old junior in college, two of my buddies and I had a few drinks and stumbled over to the student theater.
Midsommar features an extremely striking use of light and color. It’s the first horror movie I’ve seen where the absence of darkness is part of the terror.
A micro-budget, DTV fantasy movie riding in the wake of Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, yet not really inspired by either.
I’m going to do something strange in this review.