Critic, at Vulture. Southern Broad. Gentlewoman.
From my Vulture review. I loved the film even more the second time I watched it and it hit me like a gut punch. I dig deep into the cinematography, acting, nature of family and more. Read my review here.
“Not much happens in C’mon C’mon. There’s no overly grand gestures of love. There’s no arch monologues. There’s no teary reappraisals underscored by irrevocable shifts in the characters’ lives. As Johnny travels with Jesse in tow and Viv wrestles with Paul’s…
hated having to write this pan. i wanted some joy instead i got a hollow story with terribly shot action and one of the most nonsensical plot lines i’ve seen in a while.
“Sadly, all that glittered in the franchise’s first outing is gone in Wonder Woman 1984. The disappointing sequel highlights not only the dire state of the live-action superhero genre in film, but the dire state of Hollywood filmmaking as a whole.” read my review at vulture.
The short of it is Jett is both a slick noir exercise anchored by Carla Gugino’s great performance as a boss bitch thief fresh from prison whose most dynamic relationships are with other women — Maria (her good friend with a rare cancer she’s raising her young daughter, Alice, with) and Phoenix (a sex worker Jett met and protected when they were both in prison) and a remarkably messy work aiming for ambition that often falls into some super troubling…
This is utterly delicious trash. The kind of film made for watching while high as fuck late at night. Sure, it rips off a host of greater films feeling like Hellraiser meets Alien. Sure, the studio apparently mangled the hell scenes leaving them as brief flash. You can of course see the outline of a greater film given the wicked premise of a ship going through an alternate hell dimension and coming back alive and riddled with demonic energy that…
What the fuck was this mess? Starts off fun but falls apart when it reaches toward something meaningful and revealing to say about the way men use and abuse women. Devolves into a “damn, bitches be crazy” story that obliterates the good will it engenders. Also, kinda chuckled at the framing of Thomasin Mackenzie’s lead character as quiet, yearning, and picked on by vapid mean girls. (And not a good chuckle, mind you.) Anya Taylor Joy innocent.
It’s a shame…this…
“I am tired. I am tired of pop-cultural artifacts that render Black people as merely Black bodies onto which the sins of this ragged country are violently mapped. I am tired of suffering being the primary lens through which we understand Black identity. I am tired of being so hungry for Black joy and Black representation that scraps feel like a meal. I am tired of films about slavery refusing to acknowledge the interior lives of Black women even as…