To live in a capitalist culture, you have to live a lie, that’s the gambit of the brilliant Okja.
Leverages the franchise’s canon into bold, existential ideas about artificial intelligence and the relationship between gods and monsters; fathers and sons.
Vol. 2 has the revelry of the first, but it feels regimented, like a party planner hired to recapture the magic of a spontaneous night out.
Everything, even the title, gets unpacked. There is nothing left to the imagination.
The films that pushed back in 2016.
A relief from the potholes of life as we envision the best versions of ourselves in snappy musical numbers.
Filmmaking skews male so you have to poke it back.
In war – Rogue One is desperate to underline the ‘war’ in ‘Star Wars’ – hope is the ideal motivational poster but it can’t be instilled without sacrifice.
A blast with barbs for gender politics snuck in-between big laughs.
Unashamedly goofy and sincere with its absurdity.
A submissive digital splat.
Exquisitely encapsulates the struggle between adolescence and maturity with wide-eyed apprehension.
It’s like being killed with kindness, a good problem to have but a hard one to define beyond pleasantries.