An insanely great time (until it isn’t). Low key one of the best soundtracks of the year. Gotta hand it to Thomas Vinterberg for looking at Mads Mikkelsen and thinking “im gonna make that guy play normal dudes”
I spent all Sunday watching the Masters, takings naps while I watched the Masters, standing in the kitchen eating trail mix while I watched the Masters, and when the Masters was over I fired up Goodfellas to complete my metamorphosis: I have fully become my father.
This movie is pure ecstasy.
*every scene in this movie*
Adam Driver: Don't you see?? The CIA! They’re monsters!
Annette Benning: Wait a minute...So you’re telling me the CIA were monsters. . . and got away with it?!?!
Essential content in an inessential package. Like if a manilla envelope was a movie. The information inside might be invaluable, but on the outside it’s still a boring envelope. Couldn’t you have splurged on a folder? High gloss? Leather cover? A binder maybe? Either way, Adam Driver…
I spent a little over 10 hours in a theater today. 2 hours of that time was spent in intermission, fighting the horde of bewildered octogenarians shambling for the bathroom. The other 8 was spent soaking up unprecedented spectacle.
Look, I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again, I’m a sucker for period epics and this thing checks off all my boxes. Hats? Not a bald head in sight. Snow? Enough to drive Napoleon out of Russia. Duels? Only one,…