A really fun mystery that takes a while to depart, but delivers an unsurprisingly suspenseful journey. Hitchcock manages to create a compelling enough mystery/thriller mixed in with more of an non-serious, almost-comedic tone that I am not accustomed to in his work. While we get a satisfactory answer to how “the lady vanishes”, the ensuing 15 minutes are bizarre and entirely unnecessary. Still, I’m a big fan of movies asking “is this person actually crazy?” and I imagine this film is one of its pioneers.
If this was the Best Picture from 1988, I can only imagine how weak of a lineup it was that year. A contrived storyline sets Tom Cruise up to overact and play an insufferable asshole for 2 hours, all while spending time with his long-lost autistic brother. Never had a rooting interest and was never able to connect to the brotherly “bonding” that was supposed to be taking place. Maybe at the time this film shined a light on autism, but this just felt cringy and boring. Easily one of the weakest BP winners I’ve seen
Or The Hours of The Slog, is Oscar bait and pretentious filmmaking at its finest. Needlessly long and wildly dull, it’s hard not to feel incomplete and unsatisfied after watching this film. Netflix yet again pandering to the Letterboxd-type crowd, hunting for a Best Picture winner; well this certainly will not be it.
Benedict Cumberbatch takes a break from playing a misunderstood prick and instead is just a giant asshole throughout. The first half of the movie has little to…
A bunch of characters complain about how hard life is and then get everything they’ve ever wanted. Their stories you want to root for but the characters are so shallow and boring, when they achieve their goals, I just rolled my eyes and went “of course”. Weak writing and an incredible lack of subtlety make this quite disappointing