The new sequel trilogy of Star Wars is over. Wow! What a crazy few decades of critiques and appraisals (and what a crazy few decades to come, amiright?) Fans and viewers will always be critical of films, especially something like Star Wars, that garners so much love and popularity. And sure, I have critiques of the films, but this franchise means something different to me. I can never leave watching a Star Wars film genuinely upset. When I leave, I'm not only giddy from the experience I just shared with dozens of other movie-goers, but I'm also excited to be able to text my dad, and ask him, "Have you seen the new Star Wars yet?"
Star Wars wasn't a part of my childhood in the way it was for many other fans. I remember when I was a little girl, my dad would buy my brother Star Wars action figures, and he would tell us about the life of each figurine from the movies he loved as a child. We sat around him and handed him another one for him to tell us a story about. We learned about Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, and Darth Maul before we had ever seen the movies ourselves.
"It's the most wonderful time of the year..."
Christmas movies, new and old, have served the purpose of perpetuating delicate human-ness and emotions. That, or they are just jam-packed of sheer jubilee corniness that you can't help but enjoy the perfect wintery world of romance, comedy, and twinkling lights before you. However, instead of relishing in the dazed, perfection that is a Christmas movie, and in honor of the remake of Black Christmas dropping in theaters this holiday, I would rather spend this Christmas talking about some of my favorite alternate (or horror) Christmas films.
Christmas horror films are one of the best sub-genre's of horror, right there along with comedy-horror. There's something magical about taking something positive and quaint, like the feeling of the holiday season, and meshing it with a little bit (or a lot a bit) of gore, that makes fans, like myself, have the best time.
"Make me look good, honey boy."
That's what James says to his son, Otis, at the end of the film, when he tells him he'll be writing a movie about him. "Honey boy" is a term of endearment for Otis from his father, and it's also the title of this film.
Honey Boy (2019) is the autobiographical screenplay written by Shia LaBeouf and directed by Alma Har'el. It's the story of a young boy named Otis (played by Noah Jupe) as he finds himself in the spotlight of the acting world while also dealing with the turmoil and abusive relationship with his father James (played by LaBeouf himself.)
How Marriage Story (2019) Portrays One of the Greatest Criminal Acts of a Marriage- Netflix Original Review
Marriage Story (2019) is the brand new Noah Baumbach film released on Netflix this month. The film and its stars have been nominated for numerous upcoming awards, and its clips are being shared and discussed all over the tweeter every day. Whether you've liked the film or even seen it, you've at least heard of it and its explosive scene between the two main characters- Nicole (Scarlett Johansson) and Charlie (Adam Driver.)
The country club performance hall is packed of upper-class, suburban whites- all buzzing in the humdrum of bland conversations about what's to come after summer and so on, listening to the Kellerman Anthem being sung on stage. Sitting at a table in the far-left corner of the room is Baby and her family- with her and her father sulking in resentment, distrust, and misunderstanding within each other, much to the ignorance of her mother and sister. You can feel the sadness and utter boredom sending distress signals from Baby's face, as she watches people performing the show they'd spent all summer learning in 9:00AM classes, while she actually walked across the "wrong side of the tracks" and learned about life, passionate love, and of course, dirty dancing. All of that seemed lost to her now, and she couldn’t find her way back into this silent bubble (not like she much wanted to), but she so badly wanted to escape it anyways. And just when all hope of color in her life seems to be slowly fading away, in walks Johnny Castle- the hooded eyed, perfectly quaffed-haired "bad boy" dancer she had fallen madly in love with over the course of this hot and heavy summer. As he stalks towards Baby's table with a fiery determination, all eyes are fixated on what will happen next... When he gets to that table, he looks around at everyone sitting down, with a brand new sense of confidence and urgency, and he says the iconic line, "Nobody puts baby in a corner." And that's it! Baby jumps up like she'd just gotten a shot of adrenaline right through to her heart, and the music gets louder with a new exuberance, and the color is back in her life and the film.
My name is Jacinda, and I am a film lover and student. Check out more of my pieces at Flipscreened!
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