Man, I can't wait for
Steve McQueen's romantic comedy, Oh, wait: unless that was
Shame. That film made me feel icky,
Hunger made me feel hungry, and I left this one feeling as if I'd been kicked in the stomach, kicked really hard. It seems absurd to anoint someone after 3 features as one of the great directors of our time, but dammit, bring out the oil. Oh, and by the way: this is the one all the releases for the rest of the year will have to beat for Best Picture next February.
Trailers
- Black Nativity--Musical based on a work by Langston Hughes, who I'm guessing wouldn't recognize this.
- The Grand Budapest Hotel--Latest from Wes Anderson looks as if it might be all outtakes from Moonrise Kingdom, but is that necessarily a bad thing?
- Gloria--If this were a Hollywood pic rather than a Chilean one, I suspect I'd be a lot more dismissive of it; something about not understanding what people are saying makes them sound lots smarter.
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