Gay Bigfoot

Shane MacGowan hiding underneath a plate of peas


 

He couldn't move his neck after that fall into the canyon where his hair was immediately molested by a feral coyote who would spend Rand's death rattle in spastic spews of mashed canine scum while Paul's daughters stand askew and film the morbid mayhem for their TikTok page, and Rand begins to understand that this is the image that he is going to be remembered for in perpetuity as the coyote rancidly howls "Ima mumma".

There is a rough, at times almost embarrassing aesthetic in this movie that sort of reminded me of one of my favorite movies of all time: Goin' Down the Road. I love that movie. I also want to love this.

But it doesn't got it. I don't love it. I already kicked it out of the house.
 

Jinnistan wrote:

crumbsroom wrote:

There is a rough, at times almost embarrassing aesthetic in this movie that sort of reminded me of one of my favorite movies of all time: Goin' Down the Road. I love that movie. I also want to love this.

But it doesn't got it. I don't love it. I already kicked it out of the house.
 

Thought you were talking about Sugar Cane Alley for a minute.  Haven't seen this one.

I think it's worth seeking out. It just didn't entirely work for me. Very possibly because I think because the lead is extremely flat and leaden, and these kinds of movies really can rely pretty heavily on performances. There is still some stuff to like floating around his charisma vaccuum though.
 

crumbsroom wrote:

I love Licorice Pizza. I love it so much.

Have you seen it before?  I've been thinking of rewatching it for a couple of weeks now.

crumbsroom wrote:

I think this was the third time I've seen it

Yes.  Yeess.  If I rewatch it, it'll be the fourth of my viewings.  Can't stop.  Won't stop.

I have bunch a things left to see from the man, but in general I’ve preferred shaggier, warmer Anderson than cold perfection Anderson. So Licorice Pizza is very much my jam. (Alongside Boogie Nights, of course.)

Pretty sure I loved Banshees of Inisherin. I was not expecting that. I thought it would be some beautifully photographed but ultimately hollow film that is sappy about the importance of friendship....which it sort of is....and at times it does feel a little too carefully made. But it all works. The rare film that a cinema curmudgeon like me can love, and not be nauseated by how positively the average and incurious filmgoers might respond to it as well.

The four lead performances are all really great. Especially that kid from Killing of a Sacred Deer. He needs to be in more.

I think one of the keys to the films success with me is to never show us what the relationship of these two men ever looked like. We dont really even get any story of any moment the two of them they shared, which opens us up to many possibilities of what it is that Farrell's character is clinging to, and what Gleeson has become so bitter about.

It's a dark and funny poem to the underbelly of friendship, thst also had commercial potential. The kind of thing that gives me hope that shit audiences may sometimes have beautiful things mixed in with the slop they normally guzzle down