Last summer, Pacific Rim disappointed me. I wanted to love it, but it was so predictable I couldn’t get with it. Godzilla, on the other hand, turned out to be everything I wanted Pacific Rim to be: An awesome spectacle made up of giant monsters punching each other in the face, and a plot that holds together just well enough to not distract from all the monster face-punching. It was also fun and well-made and clever in spots and delightfully cheesy in others, and it had a STELLAR sense of pacing. By the climactic battle between Godzilla and the Mutos in San Francisco, I was literally on the edge of my seat, white-knuckling it. Continue reading
As you read this review, please keep in mind that I loved X-Men: Days of Future Past. It’s everything a summer movie should be—fun, engaging, funny, exciting, entertaining, full of likeable characters and stakes that feel like they matter. I’m about to say a lot of stuff that’s actually critical of the movie, so it’s important to remember that DOFP works in spite of itself, and it’s tremendously fun along the way. It’s just that it makes no fucking sense. Continue reading
The Met Gala happened on Monday. It’s the Super Bowl of Fashion. The theme was “White Tie and Decorations” and the gala was honoring Charles James. We have a lot to talk about. Let’s do this.
The thing about the Met Gala is that it’s about excess. It is not about pleasing the majority or playing it safe. It’s about risk and taking chances and homage. My general rule of thumb is that if the masses hate your dress, you’ve probably done something right. Similarly, if People thinks you look great, you’re probably boring as fuck. (I’m looking at you, Blake Lively.) With that in mind, here is my best dressed list: Continue reading
While laziness in filmmaking makes me angry, the thing it pains me the most to watch is a would-be good movie that can’t get out of its own way. Sometimes that’s worse than watching a just plain bad movie. It’s easy to dismiss the awful and lazy, but it’s incredibly frustrating to sit through a movie that is making some good decisions and can be at times engaging and compelling, but also makes terrible decisions and swings into boring/uninteresting territory. The Amazing Spider-Man 2 falls into that latter category. It’s frustrating and sometimes outright annoying to watch what could have been an incredible movie stumble repeatedly over its own ill-fitting clown shoes, and it left a bad taste in my mouth. Not the worst Spider-Man movie—that title still belongs to the execrable Spider-Man 3—but the most disappointing for sure. Continue reading
I did several of these, then didn’t do any for several weeks because I am both lazy and terrible, but Monday is the Met Gala (aka the Super Bowl of Fashion), which means we all need a warm up to get ready for the sartorial onslaught next week. This year’s Gala is dedicated to Charles James, the twentieth century designer referred to as “America’s first couturier”. Of the important twentieth century designers, James is a top-fiver, alongside Dior, Chanel, Balenciaga and Versace. I would actually put him in the top three (with Dior for the New Look and Chanel for the little black dress) as James’s influence still reigns supreme throughout fashion. Zac Posen, for instance, is directly influenced by James, and a lot of people ascribe Dior’s New Look (arguably the most iconic and revolutionary fashion moment in the twentieth century) to James’s influence. So let’s ooh and ahh at James’s beautiful collection of museum-worthy gowns. Continue reading
Jim Jarmusch’s new film Only Lovers Left Alive is a moodily lit, moodily acted languid piece of cinema that does not concern itself overmuch with story or character, yet strangely engages on both levels. Starring Tom Hiddleston and Tilda Swinton as a pair of centuries-old vampires who are, though they live apart, deeply in love and committed to one another, Lovers exists as much “in the now” as a movie can. It’s less a recounting of events and more like peering into an alternate dimension and seeing lives being lead in the moment. Time is, in many ways, the real protagonist of the story as the vampires have simultaneously too much and not enough of it. Continue reading