Now, I'm fully aware of my boiling hate of everything James Cameron, but going into a rewatch of True Lies I actually thought it would be silly fun, if nothing else.
Turns out I was wrong. Oh my god so wrong.
Each and every scene in this atrocity belongs on the cutting room floor. How any editor worth their salt would think any of this should be made public is beyond me. It really is.
It read like a fever…

In the middle of central Europe, to be more precise at the border between Böhmen and Sachsen, lies Karlovy Vary, a small spa town bathed in its former glory.
The old town part of the city hosts one of the most prestigious film festivals in Europe in July of each year. I've attended it twice, and would've returned last summer had it not been for this disastrous pandemic.

Why do I want to bore you with this, you might wonder?…

Thank you.
Thank you, Spike Jonze. Thank you, Joaquin Phoenix. Thank you, Scarlett Johansson. Thank you, Amy Adams. Thank you, 2013. Most of all, thank you, Her.

I don't know excactly what I expected, I tried to go in knowing as little as possible, but I definitely didn't expect anything close to what I got.
With Her, Jonze has given this generation, and hopefully many more, the greatest romance of our time, with a spin that is handled with love…

I grew up reading about the actual case from a small community in the middle of Norway.
Lindholm and Vinterberg's story is of course altered for dramatic effect, as well as shortened the amount of time it took to resolve.
I was only in my teens, without any sort of knowledge about the particular community/invidivuals or the basis of proof, but I remember it never sitting quite right with me. As the Danish title refers to, it absolutely felt like…