Criticwire Survey: My First ‘Inappropriate’ Movie
Each week at Indiewire the Criticwire Survey gets film and television critics to answer a specific question and this week’s focus was on the first ‘inappropriate’ movie you saw.
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Review – Selma
An astonishing story, told with grace, and I bow down to Queen DuVernay
Review – Foxcatcher
A conduit to examine the hubris of America, and the fallout of never living up to the potential of a greatness that may have never existed
Review – American Sniper
Bleeds red, white and blue in the worst ways
Review – Birdman
A superb examination of the pursuit of validation.
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Review – Gone Girl
A devilishly good time. What it lacks in style, it makes up for in substance.
Review – Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
The stern approach to one of the goofiest pop culture entities is a complete misfire
Review – Force Majeure
Force Majeure is a comedy of passive aggressiveness
Review – Lucy
Welcome to the new age of machine gun metaphysics with Lucy.
Review – Stations of the Cross
The experience of German fundamentalist Catholic guilt is suffocating in the superb Stations of the Cross
Review – What We Do In The Shadows
What We Do in the Shadows does for vampires what This is Spinal Tap did for rock bands.
Review – A Million Ways to Die in the West
During the opening credits of A Million Ways to the Die in the West, Seth MacFarlane’s name appears in gigantic letters four times. Take heed of this as a warning, this film is a vanity project, but a funny bit of indulgence.
Review – The Raid 2: Berandal
The larger scope of the sequel allows for Gareth Evans to flesh out the narrative, but too many chatty gangsters almost cripple the momentum between incredible action sequences that certify Evans’ ascension to a supreme action cinema maestro.
Review – Need for Speed
Following a long and intensive street racing sequence that opens Need for Speed, I’d had my fix of burning rubber, actors intensely staring out from behind a steering wheel, and enough ‘bros’ to make a dictionary want to take an early retirement. The problem was that there was another two hours of automotive spectacle left and nothing but constantly revving engines.