“Parasite” made history two months ago (yes, two months is right — time is all sorts of funky in the age of corona) with its Best Picture win, but it certainly wasn’t the first non-English-language film to make an attempt at the Academy’s top prize.
Bacurau is in trouble. First, the small Brazilian town, somewhere near São Paulo, has its water cut off. Then it loses cell service and disappears from satellite maps. Later, its electricity cuts out. Its residents soon realize that this is no accident. Their village is under siege.
“Spenser Confidential” is a terrible movie. Or, it’s perfect if you’re looking for a movie you can have on in the background while you scroll mindlessly through your phone. As much as I tried to understand what was going on, the entire film is a mess.
Movies are projections. Yes, literally, in the sense of filmstock and screens and projectors and bulbs. But movies can also be projections of ourselves — a momentary snapshot of the internal, the introspective, the metaphysical.
It’s a little bit early in the year for me to be watching, let alone writing about, the Netflix Christmas originals. But in a time of serious uncertainty, there’s some comfort to be found in the formulaic nature of these films.
A lot of people glorify heroes. They help people, do good and save the world. And that’s true; they deserve a lot of praise for all the good that they try to do. But in all honesty, would they even be heroes if villains didn’t exist?