Amateur fiction writer, obsessed with movies, host of Breakfast with Gilgamesh, a podcast about mythology.
Weirdly probably PV’s most personal film. A hypersexual, emotionally furious, nihilistically hilarious ride through the profound hypocrisy of the religious institution faced with an entity that is in every way an avatar of its most hideous self - a theatrical, greedy, lecherous and deeply commited fraud so wrapped up in her own sense of self importance as the true vessel of God’s will on earth that she’ll accept self destruction if the only alternative is admitting - even in private…
Benny Chan tragically left us with a Heroic Bloodshed tent revival of sorts.
Raging Fire feels completely antiquated in the best way, an operatic and sincere cops vs robbers bullet symphony. Donnie Yen at all of 58 still moves like he’s half his age, a propulsive force of nature that may never slow down.
The script is a little busy, the themes a little shallow, the plot a little convoluted, but I have to forgive it these sins, because sitting in a dark theatre and watching this felt like visiting an old friend.
A bold symphony of rich textures washes over this inventive retelling of Sir Gawain and The Green Knight. Lowery enriches the folktale with flourishes of wild imagination and dense thematic life. He infuses the story with some deftly made creative choices and even a daliance featuring Britain’s other most famous headless paragon.
Not enough can be said about the raw aesthetics of this movie. If the script is a love letter to the stories we tell (and it is) then…