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Two small moments in Cry Macho made me cry: Eastwood's character petting a horse's head backlit by sunglow, and petting an old dog, saying rest and closeness to love is what his old heart needs. These two gestures are tiny but are so emblematic of the film's heart. Much has been written about Eastwood's last few movies and how they act as a conclusion to his filmography—eventually, one will be his last, and Cry Macho is a subversive bow to…
A pure synthesis of Shyamalan's formal, thematic, and emotional style—a trilogy bow and a career crescendo; anger and compassion in a perfect helix, crisscrossed into jagged catharsis. Shyamalan is an auteur of overflowing empathy and immaculate craft, and Glass is a heart beating with the passion of destined purpose. This film is reflexive and revolutionary—a self-affirmation and a rallying beacon for we the discarded.
Uses comic mythology as confirmation that superhumanity exists in kindness and community, that the broken are…
Five years ago, as I walked out of Prometheus, my imagination was ablaze with the possible trajectories the sequel would go as David and Elizabeth’s journey to their creators continued. That film, while certainly dreary, had a streak of optimism in discovery that high school Austin expected to continue. I was totally unprepared for Ridley Scott to submerge my soul into an inescapable hell.
Alien: Covenant is unrelentingly nihilistic in its philosophy, seemingly suggesting that humanity is a disgusting species…