The most impressive of Ridley Scott's revisionist epics, Kingdom of Heaven shows a profound lack of understanding of what the Crusades (and Christendom, for that matter) where really about. One character summarizes this error quite well: ''At first I thought we were fighting for God, but then I realized we were fighting for wealth and land.'' Notice how nonsensical the sentence is once you think about it for more than a second; a small desert country, that has always been very…
What a joy it is to revisit this film. You will have to forgive me for waxing lyrical about it; like thousands and thousands of kids in continental Europe I grew up with the comic books (I literally learned how to read with them), and like most of them I also wanted to be a gun-carrying intrepid journalist that somehow never aged.
The Adventures of Tintin is not a perfect movie, but it is in no way average, as the…
In Nazareth, God was constantly and silently with God. God spoke to God in silence. In examining this silence, men reenter the unfathomable, silent mystery of the Trinity.
Christ's public life is rooted in and supported by the silent prayer of his hidden life. The silence of Christ, God present in a human body, is hidden in the silence of God. His earthly speech is inhabited by the silent speech of God. The whole life of Jesus is wrapped in…
They literally don't make them like this anymore.
Some boring political thoughts:
It has been argued that this is an open-borders, multicultural, Remainer ode of sorts. And yet, besides the cliched "diverse" neighborhood, there is not much to go on. (I know Paddington himself is intended as a metaphorical immigrant, and yet he and his uncles are, from the get go, as English as it gets; in fact he is more quintessentially English than any other character).
I would even argue that…
Is there a better film about the modern masculine malaise? Le Carré was always very open about the fact that his spy stories could be read as metaphors for the corporate environment and, I would add, the modern world in general ("Nothing is genuine anymore!"). Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy scrutinises wasted, grey men, once virile and purposeful ("It was the war, Connie" "A real war. Englishmen could be proud, then"), immersed in degrading and futile enterprises, constantly betrayed by friends…
Few things are harder for me than writing about the films I love (and I deeply, deeply, love Master and Commander). I simply don't know where to begin, and when I do get started I wax lyrical and completely bore everyone to death. And so I won't even try.
Today, after watching it with my brother almost every year since we were 7 or 8, we were extremely lucky to see it for the first time in a theater. For two hours and twenty minutes I was in a state of thorough, perfect happiness.