*SPOILERS AHEAD*
Alex Garland’s Men was well on its way to being one of the better horror films I’ve seen, but took a detour into a bizarrely graphic, possibly literary-esque symbolism in the final 20-30 minutes that abruptly shifted it into the “it’s a thinker, but I never need to see it again” category.
I could be wrong, but I also don’t think it’s necessarily as confusing as a lot of people seem to believe.
First, the good part: The first two-thirds or so of Men is a fantastic slow burn, up to and including a near-real-time tour of the English country house that the main character, Harper Marlowe (Jessie Buckley), will be occupying for two weeks. In the early portion of the film, the only harrowing portions are those that relate to flashbacks of the events around Harper’s abusive husband James’ (Paapa Essiedu) suicide—a trauma that weighs on Harper and will ultimately be the focal point of the film.
What the viewer realizes early on is that all of the men in this village look very similar. Of course, they are, in fact, played by the same actor, Rory Kinnear. There’s a frightening incident involving a naked stalker, but, surprisingly, it’s quickly resolved without much fanfare (by horror movie standards). Nobody is injured and police quickly arrive and arrest the trespasser.
At the same time, odd happenings keep piling up, all of which involving Harper’s interaction with village folk who all clearly look like the same person (something she never mentions, which I believe is significant). The story culminates with Harper being chased home and several of the men showing up in her yard—one at a time. The film still maintains some ambiguity at this point, interjecting the possibility that a bird caused a broken window, for example.
I see a lot of movies. Only rarely do I feel the need to write a review about a film I’ve just seen in a theater. And it usually isn’t the case that I write a review because I thought a movie was very good. I thought Dune and The Batman were very good, for example, but I didn’t write a review about either one.
The Departed (2006): There is so much to like about this movie. It’s easy to write it off as just another Scorsese crime picture, but the distinctive hook of two entangled sides with opposing spies in their ranks makes for a riveting, tight film. With a lot of movies like this one, even good versions, there’s a sense of inevitability about what will ultimately happen. Heat (which is quite good) is a little like that. This one keeps dropping pieces of the proverbial puzzle into place, taking some unexpected turns right through the final scene. I’m not even bothered by Nicholson’s on-again / off-again accent. Great movie, and a well-deserving Best Picture winner.
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Timely Movie Review: Top Gun: Maverick
*SPOILERS (DANGER ZONE) AHEAD*
If you’re like me, your response would be something along the lines of “Where did you get it? Because I’d like to go there myself as soon as possible and eat one of these delicious hot dogs.”
If you’re not like me, you might scoff and say, “Who cares? It’s a hot dog. I like cuisine, not crap.”
So it goes with Top Gun: Maverick.
I’m not going to craft a 2,000-word analysis for this film, because one isn’t necessary.
The movie kicks ass.
When I saw the original trailer for TG2, which happened something like three years ago, my first thought was “why do we need this?”
Like many other properties from the 80s and 90s, we were getting a seemingly unnecessary sequel or reboot. My usual reaction after watching one of these projects—even ones that I wind up thinking are ok—is “fine, but we’d still have been better off without it.” That’s certainly how I felt after watching Ghostbusters: Afterlife, for example, but the same can be said of the Star Wars sequels or the reboot of my favorite 1980s detective show whose existence I won’t even acknowledge by saying its name.
Once in a while, though, one of these projects not only works, but exceeds expectations and makes you grateful the creative forces behind it didn’t give up. That was my reaction after watching the first season of Kobra Kai, for instance, which I found to be inspired.
Top Gun: Maverick is something else.
If you had told me on the day I saw that first trailer “picture the best version of what a sequel to this 30-plus-year-old movie could be,” Top Gun: Maverick still would have exceeded those expectations.
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