The Testament of Ann Lee is the only movie I can recall watching in the theater recently without someone barking out a disruptive, ironic laugh. And before any anti-laughers scoff in humorless scorn at those who can’t understand cinema without the distancing mechanism of camp, that chuckler is usually me. Yet, the lack of chortling … Continue reading
If we could exist without shame, fear, or societally imposed standards of good taste and decorum, would we all dance like Emma Stone’s permanently wide-eyed Bella Baxter in Yorgos Lanthimos’s ecstatically whimsical and intoxicatingly weird film Poor Things? I would hope so. In a dance sequence that instantly replaced the butt-naked post-homicide romp through Saltburn … Continue reading