Let’s get this out of the way first: Alex Garland’s Annihilation is a weird movie. Mainstream audiences were destined to hate it, especially after it was mismarketed as a horror film. But if you have the patience to stick with it, the exploration of self-hate and self-destruction, as well as creation, strike some interesting theological notes.
Genre films sometimes produces mindless, trope-filled drivel, and other times use the genre template to engage with something meaningful. Incredibles 2 is the latter.
In a galactic world of thievery and double-crosses, Solo: A Star Wars Story searches for meaning, and is partially successful.
Few movies affect me on an emotional level enough to stop and re-evaluate my own perspective in life. One of those films, is Stanley Kubrick’s Paths of Glory. In life we try to justify what is fair through our own virtues. It’s is how we face the conequences of our actions that defines our integrity. In just eighty seven minutes, Kubrick tackles the topic of situational ethics and facing unfair consequences with perfection through the eyes of French soldiers in World War One.
As a rule, I’m not much for spiritual movies. No, not spiritually rich films by any means, because that’s the bread and butter to our praise factor here at Cross Culture. No, we’re not talking about in themes, but rather in brand. Growing up the likes of Facing the Giants and their kind made me cringe to no end (as I’ve proclaimed from the mountain top no less than 50 times). The message and production in equal levels left much to be desired, and that’s even being rather conservative on the matter. But it seems that every once in a while, a film comes along that shows glimmers of hope to this spotty industry. Paul, Apostle of Christ is one such film, and it is a heartily warm welcome for these sore eyes.
With their third entry into the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the Russo brothers have seemingly perfected the Marvel formula.
It’s no secret I love to analyze television and film. My wife would say I over-analyze but I don’t care, it’s part of the enjoyment for me. As my life moves forward I’ve obviously become crankier and less amused by certain media targeted at audiences younger than me. With that in mind, I’ve recently begun to question the content in film that is clearly targeted at me. After seeing A Quiet Place earlier this year, I realized film is much more enjoyable when story is unique without following the usual tropes of the genre and being bombarded with content Hollywood deems “realistic”. That is, the myth that simply being rated R is a better experience.