23, Argentina. Law student. Sometimes I watch movies.
La bonita cinematografía y muchas canciones verdaderamente espectaculares no logran salvar la película de una historia incongruente, ideología política condescendientemente encastrada con la menor gracia y sutileza posible, y el gigantesco ego de Lin Manuel Miranda que a toda costa necesita ser el centro de atención.
Por cierto, no es una historia latina como tal, sino presicamente caribeña. Not the same thing.
I watched parts of this a few years ago with my parents (big oof) but didn't finish it for obvious reasons.
One of the most straightforward films by David Lynch, that never fails to keep his key symbolism; the whole set of elements that makes a Lynch film is here, from what I can gather.
His ability to turn the spotlight into the beauty of everyday life and routine to contrast the direct, plain, and un-glorified violence is a refreshing…
Florian Zeller's The Father is a painfully accurate depiction of the mental decaying that comes with old age, and is as uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing, as spellbinding and natural. A film with a distinctive European style to it, that comfortably leans on acute dialogue and masterful performances by its lead actors.
One of the most interesting pictures of last year and, once again, a deserved Oscar contender.