Only three films to report on (apart from the 30+ I watched for work).
Gravity descending to the more I think about it. It is what cinema is supposed to be: thrilling as fuck. I was exhausted by the time I left the cinema. The only other time I felt this viscerally affected by a film that wasn't horror or porn, was when I first saw The Matrix. But with a bit of distance, the film starts to fall apart. It ceases to be that wonderfully simple film
Blue Jasmine I'm not a fan of Cate Blanchett, but she does OK, here. Louis C.K. is wonderful in his short supporting role. But Allen back on form? Puh-lease. This is an unimaginative rip-off of A Streetcar Named Desire, and provides, once more, proof that Allen cannot do subtle. I mean you don't need to give us a conflict between the Queen of England and a Sunderland football fan to highlight class conflict in 21st century Britain. What's wrong with, say, a New York gallery owner who loses her business because of her husband's dodgy dealings, who has to move in with her sister who runs a beauty salon? Or fashion journalist versus burger joint owner/waitress? Or architect versus taxi driver? But multi-millionaire socialite versus grocery store bagger? Shows that Allen (at least as a filmmaker) can only think of the world in trite binary oppositions.
Beyond the Hills Romanian girl returns from Germany, where she works, to remote Romanian village, where her childhood friend now lives as a nun. Things go wrong. Wonderful.