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I don’t think it’s the greatest film ever made, but I have a hard time not saying that this feels like peak of cinema. Filmmakers have spent the past 100 years trying to tell stories that impact people in a way that they’ll never forget, and Edson Oda might’ve mastered it.
It’s funny that this is my 1000th film, because I get to say that it took (exactly) 1000 tries to find a film that truly broke me, that made…
(Let it be known that this rating is extremely temporary. I think it conveys my current thoughts well, but I have no idea how I’ll feel about this with more watches).
I can’t stress enough how slow this movie feels. Specifically as it drags into the third act, I found the ambiguity of what was occurring on screen to be confusing, which only furthered my already distant attention. I don’t know if this was a problem with my theater alone…
This was everything I wanted it to be. It was horrific, beautiful, pretentious, and just bloody perfect (figuratively and literally). It’s BY FAR my favorite movie of the year, and the only movie I’ve ever seen that could even come close to topping The Social Network as my favorite movie of all time.
I’m going to hold off till a rewatch to put this on my favorites list (edit: lmfao that didn’t happen) but seriously, I don’t think one watch…
I’m kind of speechless after this. Not to say that this is a perfect film, but damn, they really did this story right. I guess Bohemian Rhapsody really messed with me to the point that I thought that wasn’t possible, but Fletcher, John, Egerton and co. pulled it off.
Everyone reading this should probably be aware of this in advance: this is just as much a musical as it is a biopic, and it balances both perfectly.