Woody Harrelson and Kevin Costner in a scene from John Lee Hancock’s The Highwaymen
“A particularly workmanlike brand of stuffiness.”
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The Highwaymen — Review
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind — Review
Maxwell Simba and Chiwetel Ejiofor in a scene from Ejiofor’s film, The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind
“A movie with a tonal earnestness that’s balanced with awareness of the complex reality on which it’s based.”
Thunder Road — Review
Jim Cummings in a scene from his film, Thunder Road
“A daring excursion made by a talented artist always looking for the next big challenge to take on.”
A Private War — Review
Rosamund Pike in a scene from Matthew Heineman’s A Private War
“[Rosamund] Pike’s portrayal of celebrated war journalist Marie Colvin is a towering accomplishment.”
Christopher Robin — Review
Ewan McGregor returns to the Hundred Acre Wood in a scene from Marc Forster’s Christopher Robin
“What’s the value of espousing the creative joy that can be found in sitting back and relaxing if the movie that contains those messages feels so insipid on the whole?”
A Host of Surprises: Thoughts on the 91st Academy Awards
by Ken Bakely
Throughout the tumultuous sprawl of this Oscar season – specifically in conjunction with the actual production of the Oscar ceremony itself – I’ve had a lot of changes of heart with past opinion. My belief that the show should be as short as possible was challenged when the Academy tried to grotesquely edit the program’s schedule to make that happen. The kind of time-cutting measures I once thought I wanted turned out to feel disastrous and unbecoming of an evening intended to celebrate all aspects of film production. But as reliably as the Academy introduced bad ideas, they seemed pretty consistent at walking them back after they incurred tremendous backlash. By the time Oscar Sunday rolled around, the only remaining question mark going in was the lack of a host. Countless jokes were made about the calamitous 1989 Oscars, the last to go without an emcee, and the embarrassing musical numbers used to fill up space that year. And as Sunday’s show began with an otherwise stirring performance by Queen and Adam Lambert – which ended up serving as an immediate reminder that Bohemian Rhapsody, an aggressively mediocre concert film directed by Bryan Singer, was nominated for five Academy Awards (and would go on to win four of them) – it felt like anything could happen.
The Wife — Review
Glenn Close in a scene from Björn Runge’s The Wife
“There’s no spontaneity of human emotion, no feeling that anything that’s happening here is how real people would react when trudging through decades worth of regrets and illusions.”
High Flying Bird — Review
André Holland in a scene from Steven Soderbergh’s High Flying Bird
“A movie about sports that doesn’t need to showcase a frame from an actual game to keep the viewer’s attention.”
Velvet Buzzsaw — Review
Rene Russo and Jake Gyllenhaal in a scene from Dan Gilroy’s Velvet Buzzsaw
“It’s difficult to figure out what Velvet Buzzsaw actually wants to accomplish, but you’re fairly certain that whatever it is, it doesn’t quite make it.”
BLOG: Fyre Sale
by Ken Bakely
It seems like some kind of bizarrely fitting joke – the kind of of-course onslaught that seemed to mirror the source material’s surreal slew of events – that two documentaries about the ill-fated Fyre Festival would premiere the same week. Watched in tandem, the collective surrealism of their anecdotes presents a distorted, funhouse mirror effect of the combined input of social media advertising, a voyeuristic pleasure that many took in watching the affluent-millennial-aimed music festival crash and burn, and the delusions of grandeur that were behind the scheme in the first place. Both Jenner Furst and Julia Willoughby Nason’s Fyre Fraud, and Chris Smith’s Fyre, rightly paint the festival’s creator – venture capitalist Billy McFarland – as a con artist, but his actions are viewed differently in a broader spectrum, thus creating interesting fodder for how even the slightest changes in filmmaking approaches and access create radically different narratives. They present fascinatingly mounted investigations, but neither comes close to the sweeping conclusions that they aim for – though that’s not to say that they don’t each have their share of evocative achievements as they pursue their own ideologies, and have an odd synergy when taken together.
