The gay Dorothy Zbornak.
I’m burnt out by movies that feel like they were written exclusively to live on in the popular consciousness as a series of screenshots and GIFs designed to earn a hundred thousand likes on Twitter. Bloated even at 77 minutes with flat performances from almost the entire cast besides a riotously funny Polly Draper. Comparing this to Cassavettes is like comparing Red Lobster to genuine New England seafood.
See you down the road.
Nomadland is the film we’ll remember from 2020. From all the rancorous discourse over titans like Mank and Tenet, from the industry shifting streaming releases of Mulan and Wonder Woman, this is the one. Chloé Zhao launches herself into the upper stratosphere of American artists with a stunning achievement. It’s a film for the weary and the broken, with enough empathy to fill a million hearts.
And McDormand. God, what an actress. Her facial expressions contain a…
Lars Von Trier: Hey man, doesn’t life suuuuck? And doesn’t the life of an artist suuuuck? Aren’t serial killers the same as serious artists? Aren’t their victims, in a sense, a work of art? Hey, aren’t I a serious artist? Isn’t my entire filmography full of violent and disgusting things? Doesn’t Matt Dillon in this movie I directed remind you of me? Doesn’t his appalling crimes in this movie remind you of my movies and how they’re received by audiences?…