This month’s Sydney Sweeney movie has her stepping away from the audience-friendly confines of rom-coms and action blockbusters and diving deep into some gory, ghoulish, R-rated shit with Immaculate.
After three Kung Fu Panda movies that gave us a decent mix of hilarity and pathos, this derivative, annoyingly predictable volume seems like a letdown.
Timothée Chalamet rises to the occasion in this second chapter, holding on to Paul’s deep ambivalence while allowing his idealism, arrogance and (eventually) holy zeal to fully emerge.
I found the centrality of lesbian culture in the film entirely unexpected, and an uncomfortable thought kept intruding: Is the presumably hetero Ethan Coen really the appropriate director for this material?
MovieMaker highlighted Cincinnati's geographical and architectural chameleon charm, along with our low cost of living and the state's film production tax credit.
I wouldn’t go as far to say Mean Girls defined a generation, but it teetered on something close. And now, 20 years later, the morning bell is back in theaters.