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This is the magical ride fans of the musical have prayed for for two decades. The casting is perfect, the choreography is special and the notes are all there. It defies gravity—we just have to hope they can land safely in next year’s Part 2.
This type of storytelling peaks when it feels like a fully formed story that just happens to hold elements that that speak to our world. But when done this way, it feels like a college essay.
The camera moves as if riding on the back of a ghost, creating perfect shot after perfect shot. It moves seamlessly from mounted on a vehicle to hand-held, all while maintaining Roger Deakins’ flawless vision. With no obvious cuts or editing artifice, you are left feeling as if you are actually there.
In this case, its “timeless” themes serve as a euphemism for generic. Boiled down and captured properly, this is just another movie. Remove the showy elements and art school choices, and there is literally no reason to see this.
Unlike other allegorical tales like “Mother,” “Us” never forgets that it is a movie. That it is taking a shot at capturing the conceit of the American Dream is just icing on the cake.
There is nothing vital or clever here. There is only the well-worn tread of tires that have been ridden too far and want to rest.
This is not “Good Shyamalan.” It is well below The Sixth Sense and not on par with Unbreakable and Split either. Instead, it’s a barely worthwhile attempt to extend the universe he created in its predecessors. But it’s interesting.
On the surface, it looks like the sappiest of sap—a self-proclaimed balm that would show the path to solving racism. And while the movie itself isn’t much deeper than that, it is so superficially satisfying that it’s hard not to appreciate the charm.
Michael Myers remains the slow-walking, homicidal maniac that sparked a revolution in the genre and he is chasing down a teenage girl with a multi-generational spit. When it comes down to it, what more could you really want?
Misguided musical interludes, lengthy speeches and over-stylized elements have all cropped up in various forms throughout Spike Lee’s career, so any time he is back with a new film, there's always the question of whether we will get the 'Good Spike' or the 'Bad Spike.' It doesn’t take long to realize, this is the former through and through.
The movie seems uninterested in saying anything about our world. Instead, it focuses on the interpersonal melodrama between these characters who are only mildly interesting.
This is peak drama and Spielberg not only makes sure you feel the stakes; he also makes sure you understand they are just as high today.
There’s a world in which this movie is made without Saoirse Ronan and it’s not one I want to live in. She single-handedly takes Lady Bird from being a character I had no use for to one with just enough complexity to keep me engaged.
"Yooooooooooooo!" is basically the only acceptable response to most of this movie.
In the end, the film tackles a few very challenging themes with good-natured humor and a certain timeless irreverence.
This is a film to be admired for its restraint.