There isn’t anything in the bleeding-heart positions espoused by Jorge Bergoglio that complicates Pope Francis’s public persona.
The hygienization of Rio into what at times looks like a soulless Southern California town is so scandalous it feels like a spoof of the Cities of Love series.
That Wasn’t Me is devoid of the snarky arrogance that defines this category’s other recent inexcusable winners.
Be them morphine sellers, pot distributors, or even moonshine runners, the party has to stop some time.
Since desire is the theme on the table, let’s just say that what’s finally wanted is a much better film.
Is Fernando Meirelles out of touch, or is he a savvy resurrectionist with fresh tricks up his sleeve?
Do we even need to talk about Dogtooth’s chances?
Such a visually evocative film probably deserved a better overall presentation, but the interactive menus are pretty cool.
It’s too easy a joke to say that Blindness lacks vision.
Blindness feels less like a metaphor for urban isolation than just a zombie movie in which the zombies decided not to show up.
Blindness would be a tough assignment even for a really smart director, and Meirelles has always been a fundamentally shallow one.
Let’s make it count
Constant Gardener is rather turgid and misguided for something that’s supposed to inspire self-righteous anger.
A solid video and audio transfer should be enough to please fans of Meirelles’s gangster epic.
Meirelles spoke with to Slant about how City of God has taken on a life of its own as a stirring work of political activism.
The calculated vigor and brutalism should appeal to anyone who hates reading subtitles.