I don’t know why but I love this review about the Sicario sequel which is really just another testament to the original Sicario:

The first time I watched Sicario I said “if Denis Villenueve hadn’t made this movie, it wouldn’t be good” and now I know that I was right

Fuck it. I am the initiator.

Edgar wright makes 80s action, which does successfully repackage Cold War era paranoia into our modern AI-laced, commoditized tech dystopia. Which makes you think that this film would be really good. But it’s mostly just ok. 

Hal… play our song and light the fire.

The Roses is a love story, as its title would lead you to believe. Just not the one you’d expect. More of a tortuous, farcical love that hands us an opportunity to see two incredible performances bounce off each other for an hour and a half.

Nothing is of its own explanation. Is there a better description of a cube than its own construction?

The decay of the American dream told in a profound, lyrical, winding epic. Like the buildings at the center of the film there is no way to understand it than to watch it. The rise and fall of compassion, and a revelation at the end that grounds the entire narrative.

A tough watch at times to be sure, but beautifully constructed.