fun and clever in a "Pixar wants what Don Hertzfeldt has" kind of way, and the Jerrys are incredible, but it's Inside Out all over again in how the characters are ~literally~ concepts and the movie spends its entire run time trying in vain to untangle them. but it's hard to be mad at anything that gives you Angela Bassett as a jazz diva and Rachel House as a cubist spiritual accountant and also offers a satisfying explanation for why the Knicks are the Knicks.
Sooner or later, any commercially viable documentary about the life and work of avant-garde musician Frank Zappa — outsider art’s ultimate inside man — has to grapple with the same headache from which Zappa suffered for the length of his career: the hostile relationship between commerce and creation. The biologically improbable love child of a time-bending orgy between Igor Stravinsky, Weird Al Yankovic, Jacob Collier, and Led Zeppelin (or maybe it would be easier to just call him a true…
spiritually corrupt, but — BUT! — also flat and artless in a way that not even the worst Star Wars movies have been before.
thanks to paternity leave, i have no professional obligation to keep thinking about this hugely disappointing capitulation to the most feckless elements of studio filmmaking. and so i won't.
EDIT: Babu Frik innocent.
THE FAVOURITE POWER RANKINGS
1. Horatio: The Fastest Duck in the City
2. Nicholas Hoult?
3. Sandy Powell
4. Rachel Weisz
5. the bunny from the end. you'll know the one.
6. Olivia Colman
7. the naked dancing man who looks *way* too much like James Corden
8. Emma Stone
9. taylor swift's neo-nazi boyfriend from Operation Finale