In the wake a presidential debate that was almost fact-free on one side and nearly lifeless on the other, smearing Butter on one´s eyes seemed like a good option for poll junkies.
Right when the film needs to kick into a higher gear, opening the futuristic world up for a sizable climax, it downshifts into a muted, quasi-philosophical think-piece set mostly on a Kansas farmstead.
At the point where the fist pump from The Breakfast Club becomes a plot point, shortly after a near-mute Asian girl who ate her own twin in the womb makes snow angels in another girl’s vomit, Pitch Perfect moves from “potential cult classic” to “recommended for any human who likes funny.”
With a heavy heart comes the news that The Master isn’t outright the best film of the year; it’s only one of the best films of the year. Step up your game, PTA.
First things first: although she’s only eight years younger than he is, nobody will accept that Susan Sarandon would want to kiss Frank Langella on his mouth parts.
As the BolderLife Festival enters its second year on the scene, the film/theater festival will take on an array of taboo topics, giving audiences a platform to engage in in-depth discussions.