Mad Max: Fury Road (George Miller, 2015). I kind of wish I hadn’t read headlines and tweets and etc. calling this movie the greatest action thingie or whatever of our lifetime, because it would’ve been easier to enjoy it without wondering what all that was supposed to be about. Still, it’s fun. Would love to have been a fly on the wall when George Miller was describing his conception of the role to Tom Hardy. Because it’s certainly odd. Also couldn’t help thinking while watching the cavalcade of violent cretins and unfettered mayhem that this does look a lot like civilization just now.
In the Name of My Daughter (André Téchiné, 2014). A true-crime mystery gets a wily and elliptical treatment from this canny filmmaker. Good cast led by C. Deneuve, and a refreshing refusal to deal in heavy-breathing cheese a la the Serial podcast. (full review 5/22)
Realité (Quentin Dupieux, 2014). At some point Dupieux has to aim higher and make a real movie, but for right now his surreal doo-dads continue to amuse. This one slants off a movie satire through-line, but is much more about dreams and bogusness. (full review 5/22)
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