I love the idea of looking at Bresson’s adaptation, deciding to invert every choice he made and making another great film out of Diderot’s novel
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I am still taken aback by how much I enjoyed this.
I can’t say that I’m a follower of the Shyamalan auteur movement. I liked The Sixth Sense when I saw it years ago and didn’t care much for Split last year. It made me appreciate 10 Cloverfield Lane more than I initially had.
Film culture has struggled to know what to do with the most popular genre in the medium today. There have been so many attempts to find…
Loose notes only, still coalescing my thoughts:
- Could be the worst Clint since J. Edgar, but then I haven't seen the latter since its release and feel like I'd re-evaluate it more favourably today
- My final opinion of the film rests upon how knowing Clint is with the jingoism presented. Experience suggests that of course he understands the blinkered nature of such thinking, this is the guy who made Gran Torino.
- But the evidence before our eyes…
After a second viewing, I can’t really explain why I love this so much. I’ve never seen the original show and I should probably start, but then maybe I’d understand why fans hate this so much.
It has so much of the essence of classical Hollywood that so many others have striven for and failed to grasp. The attention to detail given to supporting characters feels right out of Preston Sturges (maybe this would be true of any long running…