The
opening of any film is rife with visual and thematic information and clues that
anticipate and inform the rest of the movie. With Thelma & Louise (1991), director Ridley Scott puts a new and
gendered spin on both the expansive road movie and the intimate buddy film.
Teeming with thrilling, life-affirming energy, exuberant comedy, warmth, and
wit, the movie focuses on the two title characters, utterly ordinary,
working-class women fleeing the monotony of their lives and discovering
unexpected, untapped wells of feeling and strength. Not unlike the Western hero
of Hollywood classics, these ordinary women encounter situations and conditions
that make them extraordinary. The Western is also invoked through Hans Zimmer’s
mournful, tough, galvanizing country tinged score. Even before the first scene,
over the opening credits, the music creates a poignant mood that is at once
earthly and ethereal, like Thelma &
Louise itself—or should it be “themselves”?
Intro
I love movies. I have loved movies all my life. I grew up on them. When I was eight years old, I managed to convince myself I would make movies when I grew up. Now I am in the process of getting a degree in Film Studies. I write about film more than ever before, partly because I have to for my classes, mostly because I enjoy it, because I have something to write about. Sometimes it helps me understand the film better; sometimes it helps me understand myself better.I created this blog as a place to showcase my work, and also as an incentive to keep writing reviews, analyses, and essays over breaks, when there’s no one here to grade me.I have tried many times, and failed, to explain in a coherent manner why it is that I love films. Here is my best—and most coherent—guess.
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Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, November 1, 2013
The Counselor (2013)
The Counselor, Cormac McCarthy’s much-anticipated screen-writing
debut paints an elusive, eccentric, exquisitely rendered picture of poetic
pain. Filled with bizarre, bone-grinding violence, twisted characters,
confusion and moral compromise, Ridley Scott’s movie becomes a sodden, sordid
cautionary tale of good and—mostly—evil. If you were looking forward to the
crime thriller—more Tony
than Ridley—the film’s trailer
seems bent on promoting, The Counselor
is not it.
Michael Fassbender heads a burning hot all-star cast, all outshined,
hover, by the pulpy, lyrical, hardboiled and hell-bound script, a foray into
the mesmerizing and merciless milieu of corrosive drug trade on the
American-Mexican border—a barrier as moral as it is geographical for much of
American fiction. McCarthy and Scott enter a closed, dangerous, elite world,
devoid of any ordinary people to act as gateways or guides for the audience or
to remind us of a reality beyond the brutal one of the cartel.
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