I pressed play on this with the thought "Why do I want to watch this? I don't even like slashers." And then I ed I really liked the director of the first three films so I thought okay, I better watch this too.
By the middle, I was like "This doesn't feel like the same director. Is it? What was her name?"
And nope, it was not. Leigh Janiak gets an executive producer credit on this but nope, co-written and…
Well, that was goddamned delightful and then goddamned saccharine and goddamn if it didn't make me tear up a little.
The ending was a little abrupt but everything before then was utterly wonderful with so much characterisation and excellent dialogue with all that tough guy slang delivered rather better than I expected. And the whole Knights of the Round Table juxtaposed with a gang of thugs and bookies worked so much better than it should have.
Is this my first…
God, I loved every bit of this.
Completely unafraid batshit melodramatic traumatised fucked up stuff that comes entirely from grief. Beautifully filmed, excellent score that had me looking up the composer and a particular track as it was playing, and most of all Rory Culkin's performance so compelling he had me with him every step of the way.
When films about grief are done right, they are the bestest weirdly cathartic thing ever.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!
Oh my god, I hated that from beginning to end. Despite its excellent casting of all the male roles and the genuine mesmerised tenderness between Sally Hawkins -- whom I like now after Fingersmith and Tipping The Velvet and yes the Paddington films -- and RPJ whom I always like --- vale Whitechapel, that show deserved better -- that was a fucken travesty in every possible way GOD. The wholly unnecessary handheld camerawork, the…
