[classic swim]
SwimShady
[Killers of The Flower Moon]
A uniquely evil and downright diabolical display, which somehow, in the end; became uplifting.
A picture that began with thickening bleakness that would surprisingly end in a graceful and prosperous celebration of life.
Ernest Burkhart (DiCaprio) and Bill Hale (De Niro) were simply demons to the core.
Leo’s puppy dog eyes and believable somber into despair didn’t do much to unmask the indifference I had toward Ernest throughout those near four hours spent with him.
Ernest started out frustratingly dim-witted, naive and childlike as could be. The second he’s corrupted, almost all of that goes out the window.
He becomes fully complicit in profitable genocidal slayings of a tribe him and his twisted mentor uncle only pretended was family.
It was purely gut-wrenching to watch decent people progressively thin out in numbers more and more as it was almost a demented sport.
You could feel the vivid disgust conveyed by Hale stating he needed one guy alive for “at least a few more months” before clipping him or else it’d inconvenience his pockets.
Couldn’t get enough of the couple scenes involving the council. Very under appreciated moments of strength and determination to outline the enemy in front of them.
I for one LOVE when the walls begin collapsing on our two leads.
Boardwalk Empire music soaring in the middle of Ernest’s frantic paranoia was just the right kick in the head I needed. Reminds that this type of devil was fought before.
Mollie Burkhart (Lily Gladstone) put up the fight of her life the entire picture. The most strong and resilient female lead I’ve ever seen. There were multiple times throughout the movie where she easily could’ve rolled over and died. She didn’t do that.
Mollie endured years worth of pain, loss and suffering, only to finally be at peace knowing her husband confessed at last and would harm no more.
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This was something I attended to out of impulse. Without knowing the type of ride I’d have in store.
Of course I’m a fan of Marty. He directed the film that’s been my all-time favorite ever since I was a kid! *Goodfellas*
He also made a couple of the most sorely overrated heaps out there. *Departed, Wolf of Wall Street*
But on the upside again, he previously directed one of the very few films from within these past ten years that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed. *Irishman*
This one, like Irishman before, was also three and a half hours long.
Now usually, this is only a complaint for those with very short attention spans. Usually!
Scorsese embraces the art of filmmaking! Only the theater conveniently leaves out any intermission for a show that’s practically four hours long. That’s really my only gripe with the run time.
We have penises, Marty. And eventually, we need to pee out of those penises.
Besides all that... this was far from my favorite movie. But damn, was it all still a heavy and valuable experience.
A uniquely evil and downright diabolical display, which somehow, in the end; became uplifting.
A picture that began with thickening bleakness that would surprisingly end in a graceful and prosperous celebration of life.
Ernest Burkhart (DiCaprio) and Bill Hale (De Niro) were simply demons to the core.
Leo’s puppy dog eyes and believable somber into despair didn’t do much to unmask the indifference I had toward Ernest throughout those near four hours spent with him.
Ernest started out frustratingly dim-witted, naive and childlike as could be. The second he’s corrupted, almost all of that goes out the window.
He becomes fully complicit in profitable genocidal slayings of a tribe him and his twisted mentor uncle only pretended was family.
It was purely gut-wrenching to watch decent people progressively thin out in numbers more and more as it was almost a demented sport.
You could feel the vivid disgust conveyed by Hale stating he needed one guy alive for “at least a few more months” before clipping him or else it’d inconvenience his pockets.
Couldn’t get enough of the couple scenes involving the council. Very under appreciated moments of strength and determination to outline the enemy in front of them.
I for one LOVE when the walls begin collapsing on our two leads.
Boardwalk Empire music soaring in the middle of Ernest’s frantic paranoia was just the right kick in the head I needed. Reminds that this type of devil was fought before.
Mollie Burkhart (Lily Gladstone) put up the fight of her life the entire picture. The most strong and resilient female lead I’ve ever seen. There were multiple times throughout the movie where she easily could’ve rolled over and died. She didn’t do that.
Mollie endured years worth of pain, loss and suffering, only to finally be at peace knowing her husband confessed at last and would harm no more.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This was something I attended to out of impulse. Without knowing the type of ride I’d have in store.
Of course I’m a fan of Marty. He directed the film that’s been my all-time favorite ever since I was a kid! *Goodfellas*
He also made a couple of the most sorely overrated heaps out there. *Departed, Wolf of Wall Street*
But on the upside again, he previously directed one of the very few films from within these past ten years that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed. *Irishman*
This one, like Irishman before, was also three and a half hours long.
Now usually, this is only a complaint for those with very short attention spans. Usually!
Scorsese embraces the art of filmmaking! Only the theater conveniently leaves out any intermission for a show that’s practically four hours long. That’s really my only gripe with the run time.
We have penises, Marty. And eventually, we need to pee out of those penises.
Besides all that... this was far from my favorite movie. But damn, was it all still a heavy and valuable experience.