Guys, it's about that time. I'm started to get worried. I am putting a lot of hope into The Hateful Eight--partly because my excitement for a new Tarantino movie knows no bounds, and partly out of sheer desperation. I have been binge watching "Oscar bait" films for the last several weeks and I am B-O-R-E-D. I cannot believe the excessive number of bland films people are calling "the front-runners"this season. Like, for real?
But unlike last year, when there was a plethora of other films that I thought were more award-worthy than the ones touted, we are experiencing a desert this year. Again, there's still The Hateful Eight, Gawd willing. And yes, a few other great ones, including the criminally underrated Advantageous and What Happened, Miss Simone?--neither of which anyone else seem to be raving about. Which leaves the remaining hot garbage so many others have put on their top ten lists. There are 5-10 films that get nominated in each category, and that's going to be a major feat this year. Even without having seen Creed yet, I almost want to give it some love just to diversify the conversation. I won't praise a film I haven't seen yet, though, after all I'm not The Hollywood Reporter (or too many of my other fellow film critics). But I will talk about these three duds that I haven't already panned on this site over the past few weeks:
BROOKLYN: Listen, I love Saoirse Ronan. She's young, talented, and chooses projects that
45 YEARS: So let's talk about Charlotte Rampling, Hollywood Reporter cover girl. She's a solid actress, no doubt. I only remembered this after referring to her IMDB page after watching the film and not being able to place her. She's been in over one hundred movies, some of which I have seen (like Never Let Me Go and Melancholia), but 45 YEARS is the film that has apparently elevated her to superstar status--oddly enough, since it seems more like half a film. It's about a married couple whose relationship is challenged once a former love re-enters the picture. And that's it. There are no dramatic arguments, no threats of a dissolution, not really even a real conversation about the former relationship that is now looming over their heads. It's just a lot of polite squabbles that are truthfully not well written. The actors (both Rampling and co-star Tom Courtenay) are committed to each scene, which seems like 45 years of nothingness. I may or may not have internally yelled at the screen a few times. I couldn't help myself.
Here's hoping for better films to come....