The opinions expressed in this article are the author’s own and do not reflect the views of Mamamia.
I love movies. Movies of all kinds. Whether it’s a historical biopic about an unsung war hero, a speculative sci-fi posing questions about humanity or a guilty-pleasure rom-com inducing why-do-I-do-this-to-myself eye-rolls, a good movie can transport you through every emotion. Or, just allow you to escape for a few hours after a particularly rubbish day at work.
Being an avid movie-watcher, in the years since my progression from American Pie to American Beauty, the last few weeks of February have been characterised by a cramming reminiscent of my undergrad days. Yep, right before the cinematic day-of-days, I watch every single flick nominated for Best Picture at The Oscars.
Until now. Well, yesterday. It hit me in the cinema, while I was silently counting down the moments until blissful freedom would signify an end to the vacuous slog that was Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.
Once conscious of the thought, a few questions came to mind. Why am I not enjoying this? Is it a lack of intelligence or cultural comprehension on my part? Am I the only one in here wishing I’d spent my money on Jumangi: Welcome to the Jungle, instead?
On my dejected walk from Hoyts to the food court for a remedial caramel sundae, I started milling over the reasons for my disappointment. Flat characters, disjointed storyline and unresolved plot points aside, the overarching symptom of my disdain was my unrelenting boredom. That’s when I realised it wasn’t an isolated incident.
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Good Lord, I hear you. Three Billboards was a complete farce...how many ridiculously dramatic elements can you combine into one film? Shitloads, apparently. And don’t start me on Abbie Cornish’s appearance as Woody Harrelson’s child bride. Ugh.
The Post - standard Spielberg fare. Nothing new here.
Darkest Hour - i really enjoyed this one as it’s a part of history I didn’t know enough about. Gary Oldman’s performance of such an endearing character was amazing.
The Shape of Water - I described it to a friend as a mute Amelie falling in love with an aquatic Avatar dude and then having their relationship filmed by Wes Anderson. I walked out after an hour.
Get Out - a brilliant first hour, then i lost interest and started compiling my shopping list.
I, Tonya - by far the pick of the bunch, and it didn’t even get nominated for Best Picture...wtf?! Fantastic performances, a compelling story, awesome soundtrack. I was blown away and even cried during the courtroom scene.
Phantom Thread - i have not the words. Daniel Day Lewis falls in ‘love’ with a waitress, she becomes his muse and they enter into a codependent, emotionally abusive relationship culminating in a drawn-out toxic mushroom scene which they unfortunately survive. The End.
Ladybird - aww, i loved this! I don’t mind a film where nothing happens (and let’s face it, nothing happened) and she was so endearing. A little sliver of teenage life which had me immensely grateful to be 39. I thought it was one of the better coming of age films.
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