Mechanical statues and other pieces by Bruce Lacey.
Netflix’s new mystery thriller, The Marked Woman (released originally as La Desconocida), is confusing. More critically, though, it commits the worst mistake a movie can make: it’s boring. From Spanish director Gabe Ibáñez, the film squanders its premise at every turn, fills the story with unlikeable characters, and lacks emotional payoff.
Dead Poets Society relies on patriarchal tropes such as overbearing fathers, contrived brotherhood, and faux-individuality in order to portray its straight white male characters as oppressed.
Our protagonists perform as the opposite gender while still preserving the parts of their personalities that makes themselves who they are.
The documentary depicts the indigenous people of Mexico with sublime reverence, highlighting a generational harmony with the land.
Even with its straightforward premise, “Richard Jewell” is ramped up by exceptional drama. In all honesty, the performances are out of this world. As Jewell, Paul Walter Hauser becomes a walking representation of gullibility. His bumbling antics create the perfect hero, and very quickly, we feel the societal heat that surrounds our protagonists.
Considering the runtime, I expected each scene to hit harder as opposed to a series of montages and vignettes.
