Cheapo animation, bad musical numbers, some charming voice work, weak, noisy script, somehow stars Iago…? At least it’s mercifully short.

Cheapo animation, bad musical numbers, some charming voice work, weak, noisy script, somehow stars Iago…? At least it’s mercifully short.
Peak cinema. Near, far, wherever you are.
The animal character designs are good, as is the villain. The forced-breeding premise is pleasingly bizarre. But the story is the epitome of bland, the humor terrible, and the music quite bad. So forgettable.
A delightful one-hit-wonder pseudo-biopic filled with an amazing false pop universe and uncountable period touches. A true passion project for Tom Hanks, and a true favorite of mine. I promise I will write a full review of this someday.
The super British, non-melodramatic take on the Titanic story.
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It hurts to see our romantic idols in the throes of marital resentment. But the acting and arguing are so. Damn. Good. Greece is lovely. And few films grapples so deeply with perceptions of time.
Rarely do sequels do so much to deepen the original and the characters. A mesmerizing, almost real-time depiction of a lovely Parisian cityscape with electric romantic and philosophical energy.
For the first hour or so of its 75 minutes, Oscar Micheaux’s Within Our Gates is far more compelling as a historical artifact than as cinema.
A rapturous romantic duet that’s almost entirely dialogue and character development. Brilliantly performed by Hawke and Delpy, and lovely direction too. Makes me want to travel and soak in culture.