As its premiere to the world (at Cannes Film Festival, where Drive was discovered in 2011) came with a scandal of boos, it seems especially necessary to roll up one’s sleeves in defense of Only God Forgives. There is nothing that can explain such a poor reception from a previous audience of admirers other than shameful ignorance, especially for a director with so many damn good films to his name from before the time of Drive, complete with equally superb performances and cinematography. Even worse than the admittance of missing out on good films, such seems like a confession to not understanding why Drive is such a strong movie. It is not the moments in which heads go splat-splat or a tricky scene of motor maneuvering; it is the lush atmosphere of tone that creates for such film joys, granted ones that play against the expectations of genres themselves.
Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer walked into the 96th Academy Awards and blew everyone away, winning seven Oscars on the night. But is it Nolan's best film yet?
Cancel all proposed awards ceremonies and hand over the major gongs to Peter Farrelly's Ricky ;Stanicky.
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