High-octane director Antoine Fuqua reteams with an always fiercely committed Jake Gyllenhaal for a sombre, stoic, flawed but ultimately harrowing chamber piece dealing with, in essence, the moral dilemma of our times - how much of what we perceive to be going on is our own projection, and how much do we assume about others given only snippets of information, and someone’s subjective interpretation? [read more] ★★★★✩
As cinema, this is somewhat of a whimsy, anywhere between Drunk History, historical reenactment, and a 1980s Eurythmics video, but as conceptual portrayal of the man who invented the 21st century, the enigmatic, eccentric, and ultimately tragic genius that was Nikola Tesla, Michael Almereyda's sweetly bonkers mixtape of a film tribute is pure connoisseur delight. Full throttle meta, and, frankly, eerily accurate. [read more] ★★★★✩
Squeezed between the baby-boomer dharma sell-outs and the millennial hordes of tattooed accountants, the throwaway lettuce in a generational bacon sandwich of aspiring corporate drones, sits Gen X, i.e. my generation, sulking mascots of McJobs, deifying burning time creatively doing nothing.
Enter our isolation chamber, Steven Soderbergh‘s 1989 Palme d’Or winner, the tipping point. [read more]
It swept me like high tide, in the end, much as a windfall of good luck can disorient us when we are deep in mourning... this painful, beautiful, essential meditation on isolation, how we get there, and what gets us out. [read more]