By: Henry J. Fromage –
As work quickly and decisively swallows what’s left of my soul, any entertainments available will do. Good thing they were good ones.
This exuberant, very Elton John-approved Elton John biopic threatens to establish a Bohemian Rhapsody cinematic universe, but it doesn’t exactly matter because it’s so damn exuberant it’s hard not to love. Very much a musical, and one as fantastical as Elton’s couture at times, it’s worth the ride if for nothing else than Taron Egerton’s excellent performance. Three Beers.
144. Deadwood: The Movie
Well, I never thought we’d get it, but lo and behold, David Milch got to pay his own tribute to the artistic effort he’ll be forever remembered for, in an elegiac decade-later return to the dirty, corrupt, murderous, beautiful Deadwood, South Dakota. Revisiting these characters and getting the closure we never quite got with the series’ unexpected cancellation was a true gift. Two Beers.
145. Black Mirror: Series 5
The latest, foreshortened series of Black Mirror is as fucked as ever, from Anthony Mackie and Yahya Abdul-Mateen II’s finding of a new, exciting VR game choice to make to a can’t tear your eyes away-tense standoff between a kidnapper played by Andrew Scott and the police to Miley Cyrus playing a pop-star with the world’s worst aunt. Obviously the fuckups of technology play a huge part- and I know some publications have been down on this season, but to me it’s as strong as ever. Two Beers.
146. When They See Us
Yes, there are aspects of the story of the Central Park Five that Ava DuVernay’s masterful miniseries elides over and chronologies that don’t hold up under a microscope, but the sheer, terrifying relentlessness of justice’s complete and total screwing of these very clearly boys is awful and tragic. When the final episode turns to Korey’s story out of the blue, emotional devastation is unavoidable. A Toast.
147. John Wick 3
The franchise edges ever so closer to a third beer (the story really is the sort of thing you’d see in a Besson-produced Eurotrash actioner anymore), but good fucking goddamn if the style, and the neon, and the idiosyncracies, and the just.motherfucking.absurd action choreography make it not matter at all. Long live the King.. Two Beers.