Reflections in the river, giant ships coursing to new land. A wonderous, arty Pocahontas movie. More sci-fi in it’s lyricism than that other Pocahontas movie Avatar.
Academy Nominated
Zootopia
Cuddly, neo-noir, racism parable. The mouse has still got it. The other night I dreamt I met Jenny Slate who voices the sheep secretary. We were on the freeways soft shoulder, it was insect buzzing dusk. I asked her out for coffee and was honored she agreed. I confessed I knew her over creamer, “from comedy” I said as women in mumus milled about sugar caddies. She told me I was over-compensatingly macho in my compliments. I’m sure that’s good advice. Thanks Jenny!
Arrival
Deterministic, Terrence Malicky Contact. Nice to see aliens that don’t slather for war. Some lifestyle porn, a sick house on the shore, bay windows. Forrest Whittaker shows up for the chosen one, sad Mom, her little wonder buried in the backyard. She falls in love with that one Avenger. The one who doesn’t have powers. Thunderball or something.
Spotlight
Sometimes I’m swallowed by my mind and can do no right. Bad habit trap. I wanna be a good boy Mark Ruffalo. Pouring all my time and energy into exposing the Catholic church, neglecting my marriage. So Keaton can gaze down the long bridge of his nose to me. The miles of distance between the Boston basement. He’ll whisper, “Good job” and I’ll be whole. He’ll caress me and sing to me in his Mother’s arm and carry me to sleep on the backs of a thousand rough-spun balloons. This is one of those perfect Hollywood movies, totally entertaining while on and once over immediately forgettable. We’re larger than movies. We’re life.
Singin’ in the Rain
Same plot as The Artist. Dreamy, sweepy technicolor meta 50’s Hollywood musical. The dormant theatre kid in me does backflips and whoops for joy
Jasper At The Movies 