“I’m still copying you though.”
“I know. Now copy this.”
I am standing in a room and I am looking at my dad.
It is 1996 and he is 33 years old and he is journaling hour by hour the day that I am born. He is the first person to ever put my name to paper. It is 2008 and he is 45 years old and he is gripping my arms too tight and screaming at me, so close I…
Very little compares to when Spielberg locks in and goes god mode. Luckily, a decent chunk of War of the Worlds is him doing that. Elsewhere, this starts to crumble under the weight of itself a bit.
"How do you know it's beautiful if you can't understand it? "
"You just know!"
Magic. The type of magic that really can only be found within the bubbles of small towns and first loves. Imbued with the heart-stirring power of music and poetry and shy glances and first touches. Feeling a little electrified by how assured this is in how it portrays its specific experiences. A really, really wonderful film made even more wonderful by the dedication at the end. May we all find ways to immortalize and finally be at peace with our first loves.
Its genuine portrayal of faith as something worth interrogating adds a layer of depth to this that the other Knives Out films have lacked, which also means this is very noticeably the best of the trilogy. The use of cool and warm tone lighting is absolutely sublime. Laughed a lot, but more surprisingly, I was moved to tears on a few different occasions. So much about how this needles into the nuances of church-based community, especially for women, strikes a personal cord and is astoundingly effective.
“That poor girl.”
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Grossly irresponsible to make a film that attempts to examine the intensely vitriolic state of American politics amidst the earliest months of COVID and not mention how Trump, or the MAGA-sphere, directly amplified and exacerbated so many of those very issues. But at least we can laugh about the youths caring very loudly about George Floyd’s murder. And we can roll our eyes at the women who succumb to right-wing conspiracies as a coping mechanism to deal with trauma that…
