I watched just four movies last week, or maybe five, because Little Dorrit was originally released in two parts.
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- Three Men in a Boat is charming, well cast, sometimes melancholy, and often delightful.
- At six hours, Little Dorrit is certainly long, but it’s full of such colorful characters and obvious love of the world Dickens has crafted.
- It’s not necessarily Agatha Christie’s best murder mystery—and there’s no good reason this adaption of it needs to be three hours long—but 1980’s Why Didn’t They Ask Evans? is not without its considerable charms.
- Despite its problems, which are not inconsiderable, I largely enjoyed Supergirl, thanks largely to Milly Alcock in the title role. I give the movie credit for at least trying to give Supergirl a character arc, even if often doesn’t succeed, often looks washed out in a smudge of rushed CGI, and keeps playing its one trick of a fight scene set to an unexpected pop song too many times—until it completely stumbles over itself in the final fight. Woman of Tomorrow, while a phenomenal comic, is also perhaps an odd choice for the story they’re trying to tell here, in the context of the larger, now uncertain, DC movie universe. It’s not so much that the filmmakers make changes to that story—though, no offense to Jason Momoa, I’d have cut Lobo in his entirety from the movie—it’s that it’s not necessarily a story about Supergirl. That said, I enjoyed a lot about this Supergirl in spite of itself.
I also rewatched Carrie, which is really great—every inch an over-the-top Brian De Palma movie, but rooted in Sissy Spacek’s endearing performance. And then I rewatched the original Suspiria, which makes everything De Palma does look incredibly restrained by comparison. It’s delightfully ridiculous, such a masterful use of color and light and shadow, with such a bombastic but nevertheless perfect score. I think Deep Red is still my favorite Dario Argento movie, but this is without a doubt the quintessential Argento film and a weird delight.