Like many of you, I was watching Superbowl 52 (I refuse to congratulate the city of Philadelphia) and saw the trailer for The Cloverfield Paradox, a film that claims to explain the origins of the 2008 hit film Cloverfield. A secret Netflix exclusive seemed too good to pass up so I decided to do a last-minute review. For those of you who saw this trailer and thought that you were finally going to get the answers to your ten-year-old Cloverfield questions, I’m afraid you have been misled…again.
et in the brutal frozen conditions of Newfoundland, Canada, our story begins with a logger named Joe Braven (Momoa) and his family. While trying to balance an honest living, struggling to take care of his father (Stephen Lang) and his declining health, Joe is inadvertently caught in the middle of a drug trafficking scheme gone wrong.
Remember the days where you could just watch a movie and decide whether you liked it or hated it? Well, those days could be over because political battles over certain films now threaten the idea of free speech if your opinion is chosen not to be accepted. Films or more especially film reviews have now become weaponized and politicized to such an absurd degree; it’s becoming clearer why theater attendance is at a two-decade low, It is turning off the general public. But a new fight over the film Black Panther, a film that is still two weeks away from release and only a few critics have seen is raising an issue that should concern critics and audiences alike.
Thomas leads some escaped Gladers on their final and most dangerous mission yet. To save their friends, they must break into the legendary Last City, a WCKD-controlled labyrinth that may turn out to be the deadliest maze of all. Anyone who makes it out alive will get answers to the questions that the Gladers have been asking since they arrived in the maze.
So I first heard of this from Mundanematt, someone out there made a 47-Minute, ‘Womanless’ cut of The Last Jedi and the media got apoplectic over this. The Last Jedi: De-Feminized Fanedit (aka The Chauvinist Cut) has made its way around the internet and when I first heard this was a thing, I giggled, some including many of the stars of the film took the piss at it and many didn’t think it was that big of a deal…except the media who lost their shit. The Washington Post, Huffington Post, Inverse, Slate, The Wrap, AV Club …the vitriol was off the charts about this…So I had to watch it.
Set in the glamour of 1950’s post-war London, renowned dressmaker Reynolds Woodcock (Daniel Day-Lewis) and his sister Cyril (Lesley Manville) are at the center of British fashion, dressing royalty, movie stars, heiresses, socialites, debutants and dames with the distinct style of The House of Woodcock. Women come and go through Woodcock’s life, providing the confirmed bachelor with inspiration and companionship, until he comes across a young, strong-willed woman, Alma (Vicky Krieps), who soon becomes a fixture in his life as his muse and lover.
It’s the summer of 1983, and precocious 17-year-old Elio Perlman is spending the days with his family at their 17th-century villa in Lombardy, Italy. He soon meets Oliver, a handsome doctoral student who’s working as an intern for Elio’s father. Amid the sun-drenched splendor of their surroundings, Elio and Oliver discover the heady beauty of awakening desire over the course of a summer that will alter their lives forever.