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Caught this at the local underground theater on a Monday with a crowd of maybe two dozen. This movie demands to be seen with jovial company. I had a blast.
I could criticize the occasional moment that tried my patience or made my eyes roll, but there was always an insane moment of hilarity in the next moment that made me forget.
No Rails, No Mercy
The city rose in slabs and ledges, a concrete spine slick with rain and oil. No handrails. No safety nets. Just drops. Milo sprinted anyway. ...
How can a caricature of such professed creative endowment -- proven, in my opinion, by his music and fashion, which I rather liked -- be so uninspired in the execution of his own 'Opus'? I'm afraid that a run of the mill slasher flick has more ingenuity in its bones than this.
Also, how does a guy whose Wikipedia page is literally just 2 sentences get a director's chair with A24 and John Malkovich?
I listened back to the Cinematic Schematic podcast episode on this (hosted by 2 Oklahomies), and they compared this favorably to Longlegs, suggesting that while both films had a disappointing reveal, it worked better in Weapons. I actually prefer how Longlegs did it, tbh. And while we're comparing, I also think the child/parent dynamic and escalation into camp was better in Cobweb, but it seems folks panned Cobweb, if they saw it at all.
I am a Oura Ring user and have been for gosh probably 3 years now. I lost it back on January 23rd for the first time ever and my finger feels… naked. I will update you all when I find it, not because you care, but I simply will be rejoicing and shouting from the mountain tops! It’s been too long, I fear I’m becoming rabid without my small little Bluetooth circle telling me I slept terribly and that I am stressed!
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The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something
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Kurt Vonnegut