The Goods: Film Reviews
I will need to watch this again to fully process it. As a piece of entertainment, it is astringent and uncomfortable and not especially “good” in the common usage of the word. As a creative exercise of reflecting on a toxic compulsion to create art , a purging of a career’s worth of angst and demons, and an F-U to critics and hard-to-please audiences, it is deeply compelling.
Not the zippiest narrative, nor one that treads much surprising narrative ground, but there’s a lot of pleasure in letting movie stars be movie stars in a throwback period spy drama. Both Pitt and Cotillard are magnetic. This might be Robert Zemeckis’s least characteristic work — the only audacious visual gimmick is a sandstorm that accompanies some car sex.
Zemeckis’s best movie in many years. It’s a caper that doubles as a nifty CGI-driven thriller (recreating the Twin Towers and flying audiences above them) and an artistic confessional by Zemeckis (a creator who must conquer the next obstacle, even if it means potential self-destruction).
I wish I had seen this in 3D.
After a fireworks-filled opening and a middle act that asks tough questions about flawed heroics, the end is a bit of a mess (burn the coda in a fire, please). Compelling work from Denzel and Zemeckis overall.
It’s tempting to defend this because I admire Zemeckis’s gusto in making blockbusters with a new technology and toolkit, but I just don’t have it in me. It truly looks like a Playstation 2 game, and the macho bluster in the the story is eye-roll-inducing. The uncanny mocap just never works for me.
A solid, moody Hitchcock riff (by which I mean it pulls beats from at least 3 Hitchcock films). Pfeiffer is excellent as the heroine. It’s about 20 minutes too long, but the climax is suspenseful enough to make up for it.
Not a typical first contact movie, and all the better for it. This sci-fi epic deeply probes the relationship between faith and science; for Jodie Foster’s Eleanor, it finds the overlap. It’s thoughtful and heartfelt, and it builds to a terrific ending.
Guiellermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio does a bunch of little- to medium-sized things wrong, but none of them end up mattering very much because it is such a fundamentally good movie.
A kooky horror screwball that escalates and escalates, featuring some all-timer body mutilation effects. A whole bucket of fun. The plot is shapeless, but that’s fine. The script is really nasty to its women and generous to its men in a cynical sort of way, which is slightly less fine.
To say the 61st feature created by Walt Disney Animation Studios came and went with little fanfare would be the understatement of 2022.