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In the ever-growing canon of beautiful, but empty movies, this is one of the better ones.
Durga Chew-Bose’s adaptation of Françoise Sagan’s novel steps into rather large shoes left behind by Otto Preminger’s first attempt. And it doesn’t necessarily fumble the task, but more so just does little with it.
Where Bonjour Tristesse succeeds is in its fixation on the everyday, crafting an immersive but well-paced environment for the audience to sink into. However, while it's ittedly gorgeous, exactly the…
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The Brutalist has once again invited a question that’s been irking me for some time now. How easy is it to mistake competence for brilliance?
What I mean to say is that breathtaking cinematography, engrossing performances, and a captivating score are hardly containing whatever noxious substance lurks beneath the surface of this film. It was easy to be swept up in some truly astounding visual feats - a train exploding in the distance, the Statue of Liberty turning on its…
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Conceptually, a movie has never been more timely. Through an incredible use of body horror, it visualizes an inner reckoning among women, what Demi Moore described in the Q&A following the film’s North American premiere as an “internalized violence against the self.” The Substance takes “we suffer for vanity” to an entirely new level, telling the story of an aging aerobics star, Elizabeth Sparkle (played by Moore) who is presented with a subscription drug that allows her to create a…