Mussolini: Son of the Century
It’s all very presentational and Brechtian, and the nonstop pace leaves you breathless.
It’s all very presentational and Brechtian, and the nonstop pace leaves you breathless.
While sports films are known for pulling you in, this one actively pushes you away, something that even feels true about the meta casting of its leading man.
The inherent instability of the filmmakers’ approach fuses with the manipulative charm and psychic damage of their subject.
Linklater not only pays his respects to Godard but also shares that adoration for his craft with his own audience.
“The Girlfriend” is, at the end, escapist trash. But it’s glossy and richly satisfying trash.
There’s so much to like about the four stars of this movie that it’s a really tough flick to hate.