12_Monkeys

Sarah Polley's beautiful Women Talking is a poem in motion, an exercise in what it was like when people were able to live around the spoken word, when we were able to have discussions, to disagree, to listen and be listened. The relevance of issues that feel overwhelmingly current. The magnificent performances. The piercing recounting of barbaric acts. The underlying never yielding hope. The catastrophic consequences of any one decision that could be taken by these women, either doing nothing, staying and fighting, or leaving... Devastating, exciting, intriguing, romantic, riveting, all at once. Personally, this film returned a hope that had been lost in cinema, and in humanity in the last few years.

I'm torn between rating this as a "popcorn" movie or maybe a little bit higher. The concept is original enough, as expected from Peele, but the story is so random that the concept takes over the narrative and all we're left with is a bunch of uni-dimensional characters that serve their purpose in a bunch of sketches (some better than others) but we never really get to care about any of them at all.

Also... What the hell does the monkey have to do with the rest of the story? We will never know.

I'm starting to get the feeling that Peele started off with his best film and is just going to go a little bit worse with every upcoming one.