
In June 1946 the writer Camilo José Cela toured Alcarria on foot. The book “Viaje a la Alcarria” was published from his journeys through that region. 70 years later, a traveler follows the same itinerary that Cela outlined in his novel.
It is not hard to make a musical biopic that pleases audiences and draws a profit. Michael is no exception.
During the rise of fascism in Mussolini's Italy, a wooden boy brought magically to life struggles to live up to his father's expectations.
Remakes. Reboots. Reinventions. Redundancy. It's the common practice in Hollywood of late, sometimes offering us victorious reimagining of what can be considered cinematic classics while also, more often, falling flat on their UN-imaginative faces in utter defeat and lackluster results. Admittedly, with this in mind, I went into the newest incarnation of "The War of the Roses" with typical trepidation and cautious optimism.
We got a movie that takes the old school approach of trying to creep you out with chilling atmosphere more than anything else.
When it comes the horror genre, I am VERY hard to please or impress, much less scare. Coming from a current mindset of appreciation for chilling, unsettling, tension-inducing efforts such as "Hereditary", "The Conjuring" (ONLY the first one to date, mind you), "Lights Out", "The Babadook", "Midsommar", "Talk To Me", "Oddity", "Bring Her Back", and the like