Movies of the Week #7 (2018)

Hey, I made a something to stop writing too much in the facebook posts. Already failed in that the title of the movie of the week didn’t quite fit. Also, the poster is kinda small. Hm. I’ll contemplate further changes.

Movies of the Week


  • Justice League (2017): I wasn’t much into Batman v Superman (2016), so my excitement/fawning over Justice League proved equally feeble. To be frank, I don’t care much for any of these gangbangs (oops?), the big superhero mash-ups and smash-ups that even at their best are procedural, sprinkled with the minimum of wit and the maximum of spectacle. Justice League, beyond the debacle of its production, suffers due to the underwhelming presence of the new characters, who have a hard time gelling with the more established figureheads – i.e. those with already produced franchise movies. A terrible villain doesn’t help, with JL proving even less of a show than BvS. 5/10

I failed to emote properly

  • The Shape of Water (2017): Guillermo del Toro is lost in fantasy land and nobody can get a hold of him. Talk about branding and packaging. This, his most acclaimed movie since the spectacular Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) is a kind of love story, set in a time where being different was unacceptable to the American frame of mind. If anything, it’s a movie against the social and, implicitly, emotional hierarchization and sidelining that occurred during the 60s, with all its stubbornness. Unfortunately, I didn’t get into the groove here, neither for the suspense, nor for the emotional introspection, though they are both well articulated. Sometimes too well. So for me The Shape of Water is no Pan’s Labyrinth. 7/10

Where are all the good football movies we deserve?

  • First Team: Juventus (2017): A Netflix documentary on the inner life of football club Juventus turns out to be just your usual puff piece on the mighty conglomerates of modern football. Never really digging deeply into anything, be it the organization, the science, the glory or the tradition, the movie just brandishes all the usual football cliches, while stretching itself out by forcing a narrative out of the least exciting bit of Juve’s 2017-18 season, the months between August and December. Sure, it’s competently made and Buffon will provide the odd piece of wisdom, but most of the thing is just self-promotion of the ‘renewed’ Juventus brand. 5/10

Art imitates art

  • Loving Vincent (2017): The beautiful visual style goes a long way to detract from an unconvincing narrative and a less than exciting lead character in Loving Vincent. In this letter-delivery story turned detective story, the film never reaches some form of transcendental lightness – or at least the opposite thereof, either of these things being expected of a story on Van Gogh and his art. It instead tracks a lackluster plot, aimed solely at describing the man’s suffering and yet never getting us close to it/him. 6/10

The many Oscars go to!

  • Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017): Martin McDonagh does it again! After In Bruges (2008) and Seven Psycopaths (2012), Three Billboards is bound to cement the man as a non-fluke director with a sharp wit and a touch for mysantrophic characters. Frances McDormand and Sam Rockwell portray two people suffering from different kinds of anger issues, but in spite of their unlikable excesses, they still manage to charm the heck out of you. It’s this capacity for redemption that stems from an equal capacity for error that hands them the winning cards. The unusual plot keeps you guessing all the way, making for a terribly worthwhile experience. 8/10