Sometimes in the world of watching movies you encounter films that just don’t feel like they were made for you. Sadly, one of those movies is A Wrinkle in Time, directed by Ava DuVernay, which for all it’s elements, can’t cohere into anything more than a messy exercise in making a movie.
When you read a book as weird as Annihilation (and it’s sequels in the Southern Reach trilogy), the impression of the weirdness and messiness stays with you. From the minute the adaptation for this was announced and the knowledge that Alex Garland, who dazzled us with Ex Machina two years ago, meant that I would be in for an experience with this film, whether good or bad. Unfortunately for me, it was more bad than good.
There’s always a challenge when watching movies and attempting to review them where one has to interrogate whether they are judging the movie as it is versus the movie you want it to be. The Ritual has so many elements of other films, a little Blair Witch Project here, a little The Babadook there, that
Black Panther isn’t a movie; it’s a movement. That’s a phrase I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of in the past few days and it will only continue in the ramp up to the debut of the first Black superhero solo film since Blade. It’s a movie that has a ton of pressure on it,
The phrase “I’m shook” might have been first uttered for a completely different reason, but I believe it was brought into the lexicon for a moment, and a film, such as The Cloverfield Paradox. Formerly known as God Particle, the film stars a cavalcade of stars and is under the scifi banner of the Cloverfield