Overall, The Miracle Season has so much heart, I left the theater unsure if I would be crying, smiling, or both at the same time. The fact that it was a real story seemed to really hit home for most of the audience as well. You could hear whispering cheering during the volleyball matches and sniffles during the scenes of grief. While this movie isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, I think it accomplished exactly what it set out to do. Showing women empowerment, how to handle grief, and how teens navigate life on a sports team. I left this screening telling my friends they had to go to see this, and I’d say the same to those of you reading this.
It has often been said that The Kennedys are American royalty. With all the immediate images that conjures up in your head, they are replete with scandals: suicides; rapes; murders; cover-ups; and even assassinations that haven’t completely been solved. But a more obscure story about the last true patriarch of the Kennedy crime family is Ted Kennedy’s midnight ride in Chappaquiddick that ended with the mysterious death of his brother’s former aide, Mary Jo Kopechne. And this new film by Director John Curran finally dives into the murky waters and exposes at least one possible hypothesis for how those events unfolded. Is it completely historically accurate? Only two people really know for sure, and they are both dead.
Everyone who was alive on September 11th, 2001 knows exactly where they were and what they were doing that morning. It’s one of those moments that gets captured in time like a chrysalis and from that pupal stage we were all born anew as students of a new reality. So many of us had wild fantasies about directly confronting the enemy, head on, and making “the shot” – the shot that would end the life of our persistent tormentor, Osama Bin Laden. He famously said that we would lose, because we love life, where his troops loved death. Well, ODA 595 with the help of the “Northern Alliance” decided to send as many of those fuckers to “paradise” as the Pentagon would allow. 12 Strong tells their story, or at least the best that Hollywood can.
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This was supposed to be a film about the suffering and enduring spirit of the incredible evacuation at Dunkirk, but instead all of the emotion was sapped out of it and lost in a ridiculous attempt to make a slick non-linear film that was poorly edited, albeit incredibly shot. There is so much left to wonder about Dunkirk, after viewing it, that it becomes annoying and perturbing when you consider this is supposed to be a film about the heroes of Dunkirk. To be quite brutal, this movie ran-aground in the editing.
It wasn’t a god-awful film, though. There were moments I liked.
The spitfire sequences were incredible, hearing the rattling, the attention to detail was amazing throughout the film, the fighters and bombers and ships and uniforms. The sinking sequences and the gun-shots were all technically remarkable, but when you have no idea who these people are, or what ship they are on, or well, anything, you end up losing a lot of the emotion! Like with Cillian Murphy, as I said at the beginning, the cinematography was impeccable, without equal, maybe, but much like a science fiction film with great effects, if the story is bad, the film will be bad overall.
They’ve called him the Greatest Briton who ever lived, they’ve called him many other things, to be sure, but one thing they would never call him is a coward. Through Alex von Tunzelmann’s screenplay, Churchill unveils the hesitation that Winston had about Operation Overlord, the allied invasion of Normandy, France. The story unfolds as a masterful reminder that the most powerful person can be ironically, wholly powerless. It is a tragedy about a man coming to terms with his new role in a rapidly changing world, while he watches the youth step in and pat him on the head and basically say, it’s ok, old sport, we’ve got it now.