ARRIVAL is a beautiful visual sonata to the movement of time and the experience of being human in a sublime emotional experience that is heart rending and fulfilling at the same time.
The fact that all this is managed in the Science Fiction genre is even more of a testimonial to a brilliant script and exceptional direction.
Amy Adam’s powerful depiction of learned professor of languages is captivating in it’s earnest femininity and startling intelligence as she is enlisted with little charm and more of an abrupt curt lure by the Army’s Colonel Weber (Forest Whitaker) to decipher the language of aliens that have landed on Earth.
Twelve strange half oval starships hover over the Earth’s surface engaging the most powerful nations as each super power struggles to communicate with the aliens.
Gravity is used a lot and it reflects the vast difference in language between the humans and the massive aliens. While the feuding governments push to decipher the aliens messaging all the time wary or projecting violence and fears of impending war, Amy struggles to perceive the beauty and peaceful intention of deeply complex language.
So complex in fact that learning the language changes the neurology of the mind and enables it to move through time. A brilliant example of how concepts and the frequency of thought can change reality and our lives.
This is one of the few reviews where I will NOT give spoilers or give explicit examples of what should be changed or how to solve the mistakes of a film.
Suffice it to say. This is a wonderful film and considering the alien subject matter still retains a deeply human perspective and is very moving and thought provoking.
This is a film you can see without reservation and enjoy immensely.
After Alien, Covenant. Be prepared for Scott’s next massive feast of destruction, BLADERUNNER 2049. It will be a pathetic caricature of the original. Totally bereft of any soul or meaning as Scott rewrites the significance of yet another historical film with his mindless hysterical swerving on the road to oblivion.
If Covenant’s poor Box Office is any indication. Bladerunner will bring in far less money than the poor monies of the original and hopefully studios will stop banking on self indulgent directors to lead their greatest franchises and find some new blood to inspire the culture of film instead of sabotaging it.
The casting of the Goose, Ryan Gosling. Locks the sequel into self imploding mode and foretells the destruction of a possible franchise. Gosling simply isn’t capable of the gravitas that Harrison Ford brought to the original.
And when you stick the Joker in it just for laughs, you’re begging for a short walk to the gallows. Jered Leto is going to just gush all over this movie with even less dignity than his Joker rendition in Suicide Squad. Get ready for over the top, fake cool.
Just what we needed in Bladerunner. If you think 2016 was a colossal stick in the eye, wait till 2017 gets a head of steam going.
Update: Alien Covenant is BOMBING at the box office. Tickets sales are plummeting. The audience has spoken and world wide the resounding answer is No, we don’t like bad scripts and stupid characters. Scott will have an extremely difficult time getting Awakenings green lit with a decent budget. Covenant will be lucky to clear 200 mill. The big wigs at the studio aren’t going to like this, but on with the review.
ALIEN CONVENENT is cheap torture porn at it’s lowest, disguised as a Sci Fi horror, tent pole movie. Cheap in it’s constant cliches despite surrounded by big money effects and actors scrambling to raise a sunken ship of fools from the ocean floor mired in confusion. Continue reading
There is no Ghost in the empty Shell of the movie called Ghost in the Shell. A slow sad string of absolutely soulless scenes strung together almost absentmindedly by a director that was following the rule book of how to assemble a robot to mimic a classic Manga movie only all the parts just didn’t seem to make it into the box when it arrived on the western shores of America. Continue reading
Imagine a sweet love story of two happy stoners deeply in love. In a small town, complete in their small lives. The first 27 minutes of AMERICAN ULTRA is a sonata to the dream of contentment. Until the filthy producers force you to wake up at gun point. No wonder everyone hates producers. Continue reading
Martha? Your mom has the same name as my mom? Whhaatt? Dude, like no way. Ok, never mind, my bad. Don’t worry, I’ll save your mom.
And so ends Batman’s horrific apocalyptic nightmare. The Earth’s potential world wide domination by an alien being, Superman, is blithely ignored because Batman’s mom was also called Martha. Uhh seriously? Continue reading
The Hateful Eight works hard to be hated and it wins.
Tarantino’s supposed last film before his self proclaimed alluring retirement is the most terrible piece of meandering nonsense ever crafted by the world renowned Director. Continue reading