Summer of Soul is more than just archived concert footage. And it's much more than a documentary about a music festival and its impact. Questlove's debut feature is filled with heart and soul. I knew very little about the Harlem Cultural Festival and I can't imagine learning about it in any other way. Summer of Soul doesn't need to tell viewers the importance of this festival that few people ever talk about. It does that through the…
If you worship any god whatsoever,
and if you believe this god to be good,
and if this god in which you trust be destroyed by forces dangerous to the survival of love,
and if the implement by which this god was destroyed—for this is the symbol of the destruction of life—does cast a shadow on the heart,
then he shall be released into the bosom of his creator, having suffered and tasted the blood of the womb of nature.…
This is a pretty basic slasher except for two things:
1. It actually has a good jump scare that surprised me, and
2. The makeup effects are wonderful.
One thing I've really got to ask though—why is a killer, dressed like a WWII soldier, using a pitchfork as his primary weapon? Like, what is your brand, dude? What message are you trying to send to this poor town? It doesn't help that I had just watched My Bloody Valentine, because the setup here is basically the same, MBV just did it better.
I cannot stop thinking about this show since I finished watching it.
In my opinion, this is Mike Flanagan's greatest work, and I can't imagine where he goes from here. I feel bad, because I've been pretty heavily invested in Chapelwaite on Epix, a series that is adapted directly from a Stephen King work, rather than just inspired by it, but Midnight Mass has just blown that series out of the water.
There's something so grounded about Crockett Island and…
My only exposure to Kiyoshi Kurosawa prior to this film was Pulse, which I love, so imagine my unsurprise when I love this as well. As the case evolved, I found myself thinking "What if Se7en, but Junji Ito?" But then I decided that reducing this fine piece of craftsmanship to comparisons—even to such masterworks in their own rights—would be unfair.
And so it is. Cure stands against explanation, and I love it for that.