bLuR-7
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An impressively assured debut that begins with the weight of grief that unfurls into a quietly radical love story. There's no melodrama here, no explosive confrontation - just the steady accumulation of tender details: a smile, a caress, a bottle of shampoo shared. The romance simmers in silences, each pause holding entire worlds.
Bhushaan Manoj delivers a beautifully internal performance as Anand: his hunched frame and weary eyes carry not only the loss of his father, but years of unspoken longing and unacknowledged desire.
The film's restraint is both its gift and its challenge. The deliberate pace and jarring cuts between days can drag, but an emotional truth emerges in those pauses. This is gentle Indian cinema's resurgence (think "All We Imagine As Light" or "Laapataa Ladies"), earning global acclaim for soulful restraint. Films like these remind us to find our truth amid the suffocating weight of tradition. And that, in itself, is a quiet act of courage.
Bhushaan Manoj delivers a beautifully internal performance as Anand: his hunched frame and weary eyes carry not only the loss of his father, but years of unspoken longing and unacknowledged desire.
The film's restraint is both its gift and its challenge. The deliberate pace and jarring cuts between days can drag, but an emotional truth emerges in those pauses. This is gentle Indian cinema's resurgence (think "All We Imagine As Light" or "Laapataa Ladies"), earning global acclaim for soulful restraint. Films like these remind us to find our truth amid the suffocating weight of tradition. And that, in itself, is a quiet act of courage.
Unlike the polished and predictable origin films and sequels churned out by the Marvel assembly line, Venom is refreshingly slapdash and bizarre. Don't get me wrong. It's still an incoherent, painfully tone-deaf film that careens wildly between midnight body horror and goofy buddy comedy. It is also eminently watchable, thanks to Hardy's unhinged, balls-to-the-wall performance that would make Nicolas Cage proud. The messy script is maddeningly dumb and uneven, and you're left scratching your heads as to why such a high-calibre cast (Michelle Williams, Riz Ahmed) would say yes to this clunker. If only it had the chutzpah to embrace its inner craziness fully, it could have been a bona fide future camp classic.
A deftly riveting film by wunderkind Damien Chazelle, First Man retells the story of NASA's first successful lunar landing mission in a way that is both epic in its scale, yet intimate in its focus. The sequences inside the space capsule are surprisingly immersive, with every thud and shudder feeling of viscerally well-earned. Gosling is perfectly cast as the taciturn Armstrong, whose stoic demeanour belies a familial tragedy that plunges him and his wife into a black hope of grief. And once you land on that big rock in the sky, you'll truly be left breathless.