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During my sophomore year in college, I became involved with a very eccentric gal. Only a few weeks into our torrid romance — during a very intimate moment — she suddenly says, “I love you.”
It was a beautiful sentiment. A boldly courageous moment of vulnerability.
But if I’m honest, I was a bit caught off guard given that we’d only met two and half weeks earlier.
So, there I was. Frozen. Like Han in carbonite.
With each ing second…
Another interesting entry into the examination of ‘soulless, repellent, miserable rich fucks’ genre.
Christopher Plummer has never been better. His performance burrows into your mind and stays with you long after the credits roll.
“You're just cheap, Paul. You could have all the money in the world, and you are still a no-good, miserable son of a bitch, and don't you forget it.”
Visceral, gritty, bloodstained revenge action epic.
Hyperkinetic editing, dazzling production design, and viciously brutal fights.
Perhaps bites off a bit more than it can chew — trying to graft class, political, and religious commentary on top of its Robin Hood/revenge story — but I applaud a big swing. Especially from an ambitious firsttime director. And this film certainly left me wanting more from Dev Patel as director.
"The pain will leave you once it's finished teaching you."
Gleaming streets, neon lights, prison art projects, diner disquisitions, Jim Belushi dipped in acid, Tangerine Dream score, and a con who lives by a code. Let’s fuckin’ go!
Moody, confident, stylish, and emotionally raw neo-noir that serves as a skeleton key for all of Michael Mann’s subsequent films.
I love watching process. Nothing better to me than a long wordless scene with someone picking a lock, defusing a bomb, or cracking a safe.
I’m all-in every time.
There’s a shot…