As it stands, this second Lego movies that we do have accurately reflects with it is like for children to play with Lego, because the story comes across as though it was completely made up as its writers went along.
“Velvet Buzzsaw,” a hot mess of high art horror-satire from Netflix, is the absolute best kind of bad movie. Written and directed by Dan Gilroy (“Nightcrawler”), the film is such a nebulous rollercoaster of jumbled ideas and characters that there is not one dull moment throughout.
I was looking for an antidote. With Valentine’s Day a week out, I tried not to get my hopes up. But I was searching for a romance film that tasted better: not the syrupy spoonful of infeasibility, not the stale sensation of overused formula, not the acrid aftertaste of leftover chauvinism.
“The Departed” is all about paradoxes. The paradox of Irish reservation and sculpting identity, the paradox of committing and preventing crimes, the paradox of deep narrative complexity and the curt dialogue of wise guys. It’s an ordeal of oxymorons, but one that manages to hold distinct place in the canon of organized crime films.