"Also, the gowns give me fairy princess vibes" -- I almost snorked my coffee through my nose.
I've seen "Maverick". It is entertaining and a vastly superior film to "Top Gun," but Oscar material? I really don't think so.
I've come to respect Cruise's acting chops, and he gets to do some real acting in this film. Unlike the first, he is the "adult in the room," though one must scare quote that as he is still a firebrand fighter pilot and naval aviator. Still, having the focus be on the grownup rather than the children is one of the things that improves the film.
There is still the obligatory/gratuitous sweaty sports on the beach scene, but there is some actual logic behind it. The sexism of the original is gone, thank Dog, so all of the characters are more like real characters. It was fun enough spectacle that I bought a copy for those days when all I want are bright lights and big noises. But Oscar worthy? Yeah, even I can't go there. If you lower your expectations, you might still enjoy it for the spectacle.
I enjoyed this for many of the same reasons you elucidated. Both main characters were limited, Pádraic by his innocence and lack of depth, and Colm by his pretension an inability to see himself for what he was- a not so big fish in a very small pond. Colm wanted to be more than he was and would ever be, while Pádraic was perfectly happy with his life and saw no need for things to change. As far as he was concerned, it could be 1923 forever and nothing would be any different.
I thought Colm's vow to dismember himself was symbolic of the Irish tendency toward tragedy, even when that tragedy involves self-harm. Colm could've chosen a less damaging course, especially as a musician, but he chose the one thing that would rob him of what provided the most joy in life. Ireland and suffering go together like fish balls and sweet-and-sour sauce, no?
This was one of the best-performed films I've seen in a long time, and I'd agree that Barry Keoghan was over-the-top brilliant. Except for Colm and Pádraic's sister, the characters weren't deep, but neither were they simple. And the occasional gunfire across the Irish Strait was just enough to pique the viewer's curiosity.
And, yes, the scenery was certainly employed to full effect.
honesty does not have to be mean. it took some bravery to tell a friend that i did not wish to continue being involved; she was no longer of interest for myriad reasons, but mostly lifestyle. she was sad but accepted it. 5 years later a friend since 6th grade…we carpooled in h.s., she lived with us in europe, called me hundreds of times and invariably would cry relaying hardships she was enduring, and i tried to be there for her. one day, i confided that i had something serious worrying me about my sick daughter and needed to pour out my heart. she listened kindly. then the next week, told me she could not keep up with me and literally disappeared from my life. forever. it bothered me for five years til i let it go; found marginal comfort from friends who said “it’s not you, it’s her.” today, called “ghosting”, my daughter was ghosted by her ‘best’ friend. literally stopped all contact after years. no explanation or response to queries. the lack of reason haunts her more than anything. so banshees impacted me from many directions. grateful at least, i and the rest still have all of our fingers.
"Also, the gowns give me fairy princess vibes" -- I almost snorked my coffee through my nose.
I've seen "Maverick". It is entertaining and a vastly superior film to "Top Gun," but Oscar material? I really don't think so.
I've come to respect Cruise's acting chops, and he gets to do some real acting in this film. Unlike the first, he is the "adult in the room," though one must scare quote that as he is still a firebrand fighter pilot and naval aviator. Still, having the focus be on the grownup rather than the children is one of the things that improves the film.
There is still the obligatory/gratuitous sweaty sports on the beach scene, but there is some actual logic behind it. The sexism of the original is gone, thank Dog, so all of the characters are more like real characters. It was fun enough spectacle that I bought a copy for those days when all I want are bright lights and big noises. But Oscar worthy? Yeah, even I can't go there. If you lower your expectations, you might still enjoy it for the spectacle.
Now you have to review Tar.
I enjoyed this for many of the same reasons you elucidated. Both main characters were limited, Pádraic by his innocence and lack of depth, and Colm by his pretension an inability to see himself for what he was- a not so big fish in a very small pond. Colm wanted to be more than he was and would ever be, while Pádraic was perfectly happy with his life and saw no need for things to change. As far as he was concerned, it could be 1923 forever and nothing would be any different.
I thought Colm's vow to dismember himself was symbolic of the Irish tendency toward tragedy, even when that tragedy involves self-harm. Colm could've chosen a less damaging course, especially as a musician, but he chose the one thing that would rob him of what provided the most joy in life. Ireland and suffering go together like fish balls and sweet-and-sour sauce, no?
This was one of the best-performed films I've seen in a long time, and I'd agree that Barry Keoghan was over-the-top brilliant. Except for Colm and Pádraic's sister, the characters weren't deep, but neither were they simple. And the occasional gunfire across the Irish Strait was just enough to pique the viewer's curiosity.
And, yes, the scenery was certainly employed to full effect.
honesty does not have to be mean. it took some bravery to tell a friend that i did not wish to continue being involved; she was no longer of interest for myriad reasons, but mostly lifestyle. she was sad but accepted it. 5 years later a friend since 6th grade…we carpooled in h.s., she lived with us in europe, called me hundreds of times and invariably would cry relaying hardships she was enduring, and i tried to be there for her. one day, i confided that i had something serious worrying me about my sick daughter and needed to pour out my heart. she listened kindly. then the next week, told me she could not keep up with me and literally disappeared from my life. forever. it bothered me for five years til i let it go; found marginal comfort from friends who said “it’s not you, it’s her.” today, called “ghosting”, my daughter was ghosted by her ‘best’ friend. literally stopped all contact after years. no explanation or response to queries. the lack of reason haunts her more than anything. so banshees impacted me from many directions. grateful at least, i and the rest still have all of our fingers.