Idk, uh, follow me plz?
More of the same, which in my eyes is still a home run. Appropriately more understated and trudgingly low-key than the first film even as Krasinski finds grander momentum in a more spread-out environment this time around. All the set-pieces feel equally compact and evenly cut with razor-sharp precision/economy so bloody intuitive that it nearly upends the base 'sound is danger' concept as the real gimmick here. Not sure if I love that but it does make this sustainably exciting,…
Style is substance, darling.
As a firm, life-long believer in Emma Stone supremacy, of course I'm on board with all the indulgent schtick that let her get into these wicked punk/glam outfits and spew Queen's English like a cartoon naughtily bouncing around in an Best Actress nomination reel.
I fucking loved those obvious needle drops too and their abundance. Come on, a scene just hits different when you know all the lines to what's blasting off behind you.
Pampers its narrative with your average Bollywood fluff to multiple points where it feels so reduced to mere multiplex outing. And I was sad at times, because its storytelling time frames were achingly textured, and it always seemed marred by a teenager cancer-comedy direction (the voice narration had me like ughh). It tries too hard to be a tragi-com. Humour should be organic in a tragi-com, not an interruption to melancholy.
But then 'The Sky is Pink' slowly won me…