Bong Joon-ho has put together an intricate, multi-layered portrait of inequality and class. At the same time, he keeps the experience fun and intoxicating.
Dolemite is my Name manages to be a loving ode to Blaxploitation and Black independent filmmaking while still being one of the funniest films of the year so far.
Disenchantment Part 2 feels new, current, and understanding of what makes it wonderful – chapter 3 not only feels necessary, but desperately asked for.
While it’s true that film as a medium is intrinsically subjective, it seems pretty clear amongst viewers with knowledge of film that Parasite will go down as a classic.
Eddie Murphy is at his absolute best in Dolemite Is My Name. The humor and chops for drama that he brings to the role are a perfect c*cktail that you just can’t help but drink up.
What did people think he was doing? What did the legends say? Wrinkles the Clown is both a hilarious and terrifying documentary that tries to answer these questions.
Just like Charlie Chaplin, Cosmo Kramer is seeing another kind of creature, one created through the absurd, interacting with the world, and seeing the out-of-control, spiralling outcomes.
Sometimes, a movie is so bad it’s just bad, such is the case with 2011’s The Love Patient, a movie so offensively, irredeemably bad it’s hard to sit through.