Identity politics. Not even once.
My reviews for the movies I find truly special tend to be far shorter than those for ones that are simply solid movies with aspects I’d like to share my thoughts on or those for ones so bad I feel obligated to explain why you should avoid them. I don’t know why this is. A movie I adored should inspire MORE of a desire to passionately share my thoughts about it, not less. Right?
Regardless, “Cold In July” is the…
The Run-On Sentence:
Friedkin's spiritual successor to The French Connection, this time in the palm tree filled, neon laden, vivid 80s, with a similar setup of two partner cops going to questionable lengths to get their man, this time with perfect pacing and brilliant filmmaking equaling its predecessor but with even more fleshing out of the characters you're supposed to care about and an ending so ballsy and subversive that its final 10-15 minutes raised this from great to legendary…