This is one of the slowest-burn "uptight urban professional woman learns to relax" stories I've ever seen, and as such the central role is well-nigh impossible to pull off, and Kristin Scott Thomas does it so well that you don't think about how eye-roll-inducing this might have been with another actor. She has to spend nearly two hours of the movie taking cell phone calls at inappropriate times and rushing her daughter through the grieving process, and somehow still convey…
It's hard to talk about The Revenant without talking about its detractors, which are sure only to grow louder and more numerous as the Oscars draw nearer. We are over Iñárritu, says twitter. His movies are too ponderous, too indulgent, too long, too grueling, too technical, too beautiful, too CINEMATIC.
Mark Harris, a critic I love and with whom I usually agree, recently said he'd "happily trade a few movie houses full of empty-headed swooshy-camera 'pure cinema'" for more of…
I shit you not, there’s a scene, underscored by strings, where Ben Affleck and Liv Tyler are lying supine with her shirt undone, and Affleck takes a couple of animal crackers and starts doing a David Attenborough narration as he walks the animal crackers “up north” to her bra and then “down south” to her panties
then Affleck says, “I wonder if there’s anyone else on this planet doing this exact thing at this exact time”
she says, “I hope so.”
then “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” starts playing