At a loss for words
~Dec. 21 Edit~
To paraphrase Ian McKellen on Stage, if you have a chance to see an artist that you love on the big screen or stage, "go! Because one day it'll be too late." This is a philosophy I want to take to heart in the new year.
I don't how many years that Hayao Miyazaki or Martin Scorsese have left. They might not make another movie again or they might out-live cinemas themselves.…
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We did it, film is finally going full circle. If Vine and TikTok were meant to be Gen Y-Z’s answer to George Méliès’ “Cinema of Attractions” then Hundreds of Beavers is indie cinema’s attempt at The General and The Gold Rush. It’s a smidge overstuffed, but holy shit, the gags are divine. Imagine if Guy Maddin took a lot of coke and made a live action Roadrunner cartoon with the Jackass crew in furry costumes. That’s how them beavers roll. And so was I… on the floor laughing.
Fearless is an overused and misused word in criticism, a cheap label for films and filmmakers that are simply transgressive and occasionally stylish. Like, is it really fearless of Tarantino to make another postmodern, ultra-violent genre flick? No. Fun, but no.
The word should be reserved for filmmakers like Nanfu Wang, who puts a political target on her head, and lays bare an entire history of family tragedy, which results in one of the most heartbreaking, personal, and vital pieces of cinematic journalism of the year.
