Showing posts with label Sarah Paulson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sarah Paulson. Show all posts

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Glass


Lacks both shine and clarity of origin’s origins. Fractured characters are grafted together but rather than lending each other narrative strength, they take turns bashing holes in panefully fragile premise. Shyamalan’s characters fuse while he cracks open his neglected tank of tired twists and dramatically drowns his franchise in frivolity.

Monday, January 21, 2019

Bird Box


Bullock grasps Gravity of sightless situation as she struggles to accept children in The Even Blinder Side. Exceptionally eclectic cast gather in not so Quiet Place, instead filling it with clunky backstories while working out what’s Happening. Though the premise is outside the box, the payoff is for the birds.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

The Post


Equal parts history lesson and current events commentary, this President’s Men (and Women) prequel delivers a good lead but fails to follow it up compellingly. Hanks and Streep easily traverse their tiny character arcs, while lesser roles are occupied by TV regulars, all on a quest to break something bad.

Friday, January 17, 2014

12 Years a Slave


McQueen incorporates themes and realities of Hunger and Shame into masterful epic that chains his cinematic genius to a more conventionally narrative true story.  Ejiofor’s nuanced lead is perfectly served by empowered innocence of newcomer Nyong’o and impressively humanized inhumanity of Fassbender and Paulson, while producer Pitt plays weakest link.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Mud


Drive By Me follows two kids, too dumb to know that M&M is full of crap when he swears that he never takes his shirt off.  Strong journey down the river before the pines gets bogged down in mud and recovers the pace by unintentionally adaptationing into clichéd action flick. 

Monday, September 17, 2012

Martha Marcy May Marlene


Other Olsen’s Outstanding Acting makes for an interestingly broken character(s) piece.  Brooding and deliberate if somewhat slow non-linear non-structure allows sense of foreboding to build while Hawkes soars as Manson-esque cult leader, sneaking closer to Ruffalo’s old seat as Indie king.  Paulson’s succeeds at supporting in ways her character can’t.