100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / Little Women

The risk of any Little Women adaptation is to turn this multiple coming of age story into a treacly homily. Greta Gerwig sidesteps the potential for syrup, and while her adaptation is full of real warmth and conviviality, it gives equal narrative weight to conflicts and family triangulations. The decision to tell the story non-linearly might prove baffling to those unfamiliar with the book, but there’s an easy cheat sheet: the “past” is shot with an orange filter; while the “present” is a cool lonely blue. For me, the structure worked to give texture to the cyclicality and parallel struggles of women trying to exist in full color against the very limited palette of 1860s American mores. It’s a beautiful, heartfelt film, and the meta-textual twist at the very end gives us something to continue thinking about.

100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / Bombshell

In Bombshell, the women of Fox News jump on the #MeToo bandwagon, all while a dazzling Charlize Theron (Megyn Kelly) repeats that she is “not a feminist.” It’s a solid attempt to humanize the powerful women behind the major news network, but the film spends most of the time navigating shallow plot points, without getting into the true exploration of Kelly’s struggle. The better scenes feature Margot Robbie, the “evangelical millennial,” as an amalgamation of many victims, but even her story is left with dead ends. To sum it up, Robbie’s character said it best: it’s too little, too late.

100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / Star Wars Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker

Accepting that Star Wars is sort of meant to be silly is key to enjoying The Rise of Skywalker, an entertaining enough trifle in the flashy JJ Abrams style. As in The Force Awakens, characters bicker, Rey scowls, and Finn screams her name a lot. It’s very urgent, this saving the galaxy business, as Mr. Abrams is apparently afraid we will forget at any moment. The lens flare-filled finale, featuring the literal puppet corpse of the big bad of the past two trilogies, is as unintentionally brilliant a metaphor as anyone could offer for Disney’s Star Wars.

100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / Knives Out

Knives Out is as funny as it is socially conscious. While you weave through the cast of characters trying to guess who dun it, director Rian Johnson, is very cleverly commenting on rich, white America—with the longest running joke being that no one knows which South American country the nurse actually emigrated from. If you’re a self-proclaimed sleuth, you will be able to find some clues throughout the film to help lead you to the culprit. But what makes this film so brilliant, is that even the most experienced mystery viewers won’t see the twist of the knife coming.

100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / Pain and Glory

In Almodovar’s latest film, the director self-examines a takes a look at his past: His childhood, a lost love, reconciling with an actor, and mounting health issues are at the forefront of this film. The colorful imagery and set designs that Almodovar is known for are still there, but they take a more nuanced approach in the story. Antonio Banderas’ performance is a career best and is full of sentimentality and a sort of lonely nostalgia. The flashbacks of his childhood are edited very well and flow seamlessly with the present, commenting on how the past seeps into the present.

100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / Marriage Story

Baumbach’s greatest film as well as Driver’s and Johansson’s greatest performances to date. This film is heartbreakingly humanistic, and an extremely cathartic presentation of a marriage unwinding. The story follows the journey of two artists, a theater director and an actress, going through a divorce and fighting for the custody of their son. Driver’s character lives in New York and Johansson’s character is originally from Los Angeles and ends up moving back to the city with their son. This sparks the main conflict in the film – where is their son going to live? A strong contender for best original screenplay.

100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / Greener Grass

Greener Grass is a wholly original and surrealistic/absurdist view of suburban life. The story follows two families as they traverse the doldrums of middle-class banality. Pool parties, neighborhood barbeques are given an absurdist twist. Two wives accidentally kiss their neighbors’ husbands, perhaps suggesting the homogeneity of male appearance in a middle-class suburban setting. During a party, a young boy falls into the pool and emerges as a Golden Retriever, perhaps commenting on how parents would like their ideal child to be like. This film does a great job in addressing these ideologies and breaks them down in a humorous manner.

Not every creature can thrive in the desert.  The monotony of endless steps down the same straight lines, a steering wheel stuck at ten and two, grew too burdensome for many in The Valley.  Round little tablets pushed away the perpendicular lines.  Fat little paper sticks sent a frenzy of smoke through the stationary air.  Mike’s crystal ball banished the banal predictability of suburban life in the desert.

It wouldn’t be like when I was in high school in America, coming out of a bathroom stall to the sound of girls talking about me, why does she dress like that, why does she act like that, why doesn’t she just shut up. It would be more like the moment they fell silent, the moment they realized I’d heard, heard it all, heard everything, gazed coolly back at my reflection in the mirror, washed their hands. Brushed against me on the way out, oh, excuse me, the only thing they ever said to me.

Dead Mort could care less. What he would give anything for is to get out of here: the Grand Canyon or, more accurately, a wild burro trail that Burt, Todd, and Mort had deliriously veered onto after running out of water and sucking juice from their final can of peaches. “Hold on, boys,” Burt had said before they stumbled their way to the Colorado River and all the water they could drink.

And then she looked me in the eye and smiled. The corners of her mouth crested against her cheekbones, her lips gliding apart to reveal her teeth. Her smile both shined like a beacon and glowed like a fireplace on a cold night. It was a smile that put to shame the tight-lipped smirk of that white devil Andrew Jackson, who was now in my pocket three times over.