In this Wrong Turn, if you’re looking for woke, you got it. You want several traps and gory death, you will get that too.
The treat of the film both then and now is the chemistry of Taggart and Arkin as the parents. Their part of the plot is window dressing, but it’s done so well, it lifts the rest of the material.
Diane Lane has had a remarkable career. She has aged gracefully in a field that does not usually allow women to grow old on camera.
I appreciate ambiguity of the ending and actors willing to be shepherds with their frailty revealed while they seek to defend the rest of the herd.
So if you haven’t watched Insomnia for a while, or even if you’ve never watched it, take the opportunity. It’s anything but wasted time. It’s excellent filmmaking.
WW84 soars and falls like a bird that just discovered its wings.
In this time of endless Hallmark style romances, it’s nice to see two beautiful people fall in something that looks, feels and hurts like real love. The Photograph is a lesson from one generation to another.
If you ever wanted to see what Stanley has in his mind in any given moment, give this a try.
This is the perfect film for teenagers who see the world through a Tik Tok lens.
Park and Jeon do an excellent job of shifting the emotional landscape.
If they had found a way to at least make the case for the opposition seem plausible, there might be less of a Smokey and the Bandit feel to it all.
This is not a brilliant film. It’s a great film for its time, and it has a sobering message for those wondering how great entertainers have it when the limelight fades and the jealousy has time to grow.
Of the three James’ inspired works, The Haunting of Bly Manor is the one that is truly inspired, even if it’s not as scary as we’d hope.
If that sounds like too much to cover in a movie, it’s not. The three hours fly by and justice is served.
Schumacher was an easy director to poke fun at, but this is one film that doesn’t give one many opportunities for that pastime.
If ever there were a modern story that touched on the beautiful losers vibe of William Faulkner in the post WWII era…