Every so often there is a message so pure its hard not to stop and listen. As we get closer to the Thanksgiving season, examining the message Fred Rogers fought so hard for can quite literally make our thought brighter. Won’t You Be My Neighbor? isn’t the flashiest documentary of 2018, but it might be the most important.
Grief and depression is something many of us are very familiar with. Hereditary takes the subject and molds it into one of the deepest most haunting horror films of the past decade.
Few movies affect me on an emotional level enough to stop and re-evaluate my own perspective in life. One of those films, is Stanley Kubrick’s Paths of Glory. In life we try to justify what is fair through our own virtues. It’s is how we face the conequences of our actions that defines our integrity. In just eighty seven minutes, Kubrick tackles the topic of situational ethics and facing unfair consequences with perfection through the eyes of French soldiers in World War One.
It’s no secret I love to analyze television and film. My wife would say I over-analyze but I don’t care, it’s part of the enjoyment for me. As my life moves forward I’ve obviously become crankier and less amused by certain media targeted at audiences younger than me. With that in mind, I’ve recently begun to question the content in film that is clearly targeted at me. After seeing A Quiet Place earlier this year, I realized film is much more enjoyable when story is unique without following the usual tropes of the genre and being bombarded with content Hollywood deems “realistic”. That is, the myth that simply being rated R is a better experience.
With their backs against the wall, the story of Dunkirk guides us on the journey of a different kind of hero.
Integrating Mexican culture with rich beautiful visuals, Pixar once again wins big with it’s diversity in storytelling with Coco.
Imagine a bad horror film crafted by excellent filmmakers, tech savvy set designers on a budget and one handsome hero with a handful of cheesy one liners that’s sure to make any woman’s heart melt, dead or alive. That’s what you get with Sam Raimi’s 1981 and 1986 cult hit The Evil Dead.