The dialogue left me and those around me in the theater laughing at the sheer absurdity of the things being said in supposedly serious, emotional scenes.
The documentary uses Zappa’s own words to give the viewer insight into the meaning behind his offbeat melodies and mockery.
How innovative could the same horror movie concept be 17 years later? Unfortunately, not very.
While “Our Little Sister” examines so many beautiful, and touching themes, the narrative is so minimal it is difficult to maintain interest in this rather sluggishly paced film.
The film consistently drives the message that women can attain and maintain power through their sexuality, as long as they know how to “play the game.”
The dialogue of “Woolf” crackles with the same vivacity and anger at the larger sociopolitical system that afflicted much of the youth in 1966, even though the film centers on two adults.
If “Morris From America” is anything, it’s charming.
The choice between sitting through “Jack and Jill” and ingesting a raw habanero pepper is conflicting.
There’s the contentment that comes with knowing how everything is going to work out — they may be driving broken down cars and living with their parents now, but we know this story ends in the White House.
If the pop culture reset I got this summer has taught me anything, it’s that it doesn’t matter. I’m not an expert. But that doesn’t matter to me anymore.