The story told in Labor Day, about Adele (Kate Winslet), a divorced and depressed mother to young teenager Henry (Gattlin Griffith), and their long holiday weekend with stranger Frank (Josh Brolin) is absurd.
For all the praise it has received—and it’s worthy of that praise—there are things I’m hearing at the multiplex that needle me. No one is expecting audiences to enjoy it. And while movies are largely about entertainment, I think one of the things we forget when watching movies is that they’re not all.
In Oscar Wilde’s “The Selfish Giant” there’s a mean old giant who won’t let children play in his garden. Then—and this is all from long-dormant memory—a permanent winter settles in on his garden. Then he lets the kids in to play. Then it’s eternal spring,.
Inside Llewyn Davis is
one of those movies that’s more fun to discuss afterward than it is to
watch. That’s partly because Davis (Oscar Isaac) is such a reprehensible
asshole, and it’s partly because the standard Coen brothers humor seems
forced and out of place this time around.
Any show that features James Cagney doing what looks like the precursor
to the moonwalk must be great. But for a movie musical, the singing and
dancing doesn't go full tilt until the final 40-ish minutes.