I’ll dish out a five if ya make me happy to be alive.
I haven’t been this disappointed by a film in some time. The first hour-forty is one of the most astonishing things I’ve seen. I could bask in that world for another three hours and not tire of it. In its last act, The Red Shoes takes a sharp turn into melodrama: Its characters become caricatures, its themes comparatively trite and overemphasized, its rhythms bland and predictable.
Is it “thick” to criticize one of the cinema’s quintessential melodramas by two of its most…
I watched this with a greasy bucket of KFC in the foreground of my vision which really did an excellent job of setting the stage for me [MINDLESS CONSUMER] to get properly red-pilled (as opposed to contemporary red-pilling, eg. uncovering a comprehensive pro-Hezbollah agenda in ‘Dragon Tales’)
Anyway… Rest In Peace, Indy Mogul