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There are several similar documentaries out there, including those that meticulously focus on their protagonist’s character. Free Solo stands out slightly due to its visuals and music (Beltrami stealthily turns it into the most suspense-packed thriller of the year) and Honnold’s REMARKABLE performance, which defies common sense and is something much bigger than just sport. Watching it “live” would be impossible. Even being aware of how it’s going to end, I was covered in cold sweat. That the film won an Academy Award in the documentary category made me very happy, if only because for a long time, rock climbing was not acknowledged as a discipline worthy of the Olympics (it appeared for the first time in 2020). But I think it was the other way around - the Olympics weren’t worthy of rock climbing.

“Don’t deal with art, especially art that doesn’t belong to you.” Of course, this was not supposed to be a full-blooded horror movie, but the wannabe dramatic death scenes do not work at all. They’re more like WTF. If you consider it a satire of the world of artists, art critics and art dealers, it is watchable; observing an interesting group of people is fun. But Velvet Buzzsaw doesn’t hit the bull’s eye even in this respect, unlike, for example, Altman’s The Player from behind the scenes of moviemaking. I’m sure Gilroy had greater ambitions for this project.

This fast-paced action sci-fi fairy-tale with heart is held together by Alita, who is surprisingly the most vivid of the characters. Super cute! The nice daddy Waltz was also fine. Other character would benefit from more screen time, as that would give the movie more complexity, which it slightly lacks. And I’m not talking only about deepening the character of super MILF Connelly and similarly important characters, but also about some space for funny supporting types like the cowboy Fahey. He definitely had more space in the screenplay. Anyhow, the movie is a roller-coaster ride alternating emotions with spectacular action, and the fights leading to the transition of a fragile girl into the ultimate fighter will take your breath away. I was completely satisfied and am willing to watch it again in Atmos or IMAX. The Japanese are going to love this.

A film with the very distinctive signature of its creator, Roma tells a story about the fragile aspects of life more through its visual art than through the faces and dialogue of its characters. Though it does work with dialogue and facial expressions (and Yalitza Aparicio is great), it does not offer the audience a universally appealing, traditionally emotional message (the film doesn’t even have any “viewer-manipulating” original music). After using his extraordinary filmmaking talent for the commercial blockbuster Gravity, Cuarón wanted to enjoy some pure filmmaking pleasure, without any obligations to studio investments. Roma is a brilliant piece of art in which I admired every shot (three or four scenes were quite disturbing to me) and perceived and acknowledged all of the social references (class-based society, the extraordinary strength of a woman with a difficult fate), but it did not engage me emotionally as much as Gravity or Children of Men.

A funny intro with Knoxville, an emotional level with a girl-protégé that works and a very fast, halfbaked final reckoning with the bad guys. Polar is a silly pulp movie with too many unnecessary deaths of innocents that are supposed to be funny and bad guys that are supposed to be cool. And the charismatic actor Mikkelsen, who doesn’t fit into this insanity at all, but paradoxically is the only thing that makes it kind of watchable.

Barely three stars. Escape Room is an unnecessary soft variation on Saw without all of the blood and sadism. Conceptually, it is completely same, with uninteresting characters and an even less interesting wannabe Jigsaw. Nothing in the movie irritated me. The filmmaking is alright, but I found nothing in it that was surprising or particularly pleasing. An unambitious throwaway movie for teenagers.

Seeing Jaws in the cinema and, paradoxically, at a greater distance from the screen, put it in a different light for me. It made me more aware of the overall composition of the picture, which was masterfully crafted even in this early stage of Spielberg’s career (that is also true of his even earlier Duel). Jaws, however, is a pure film delight also due to the depiction of the characters and their relationships, which brings an element of storytelling into this film with a one-line premise. Not to mention the brilliant building of tension. Imagine being the first in the history of cinema to make an A-grade film about a murderous shark on an unknown small-town beach where you can’t use the potential of any locally known attractions and the only things you have are an old boat and a mechanical shark, and making such a compact, playful and, at the same time, scary movie that entertains with its every scene. Steven nailed it. But he wasn’t completely alone in this – he had great support from John Williams, and thank God for it, on behalf of Spielberg’s entire filmography.

On the Roof is a sensitive, multi-layered take on two different characters and their hesitant friendship laced with subtle humor. Mádl can tell stories about people just like a seasoned filmmaking veteran. The film also feature the excellent Švehlík and a pleasing absence of product placement in places where there could have been some. Just do not expect the ending to be the emotional punch to the gut that made Pojedeme k moři an unforgettable film. In its second half, On the Roof takes the path of (intentionally and artfully) deconstructing the audience’s expectations.

The ending doesn’t exactly make perfect sense in the context of the characters’ previous motivations, but after all the dark, rationally incomprehensible lupine occultism of the Alaskan wilderness, it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that the course of the relatively long, roughly drawn story is continuously exciting and captivatingly atmospheric with constant surprising plot twists. I was drawn into it, just like in the case of Wind River, in which, however, everything had a logical place and the plot was precisely taken to a more coherent and thoughtful ending.

Another attempt at combining horror and social drama, sitting in a corner in the shadow of Darabont’s The Mist. The constant alternation of the two different time planes becomes narratively monotonous after an hour or so. Somehow, with its “relationship content” and all of the clichés it tends to use, it becomes very unlikely that the film may in any way be surprising or bring something new into its subject matter, which resembles that of some recent genre movies. The intriguing premise with a great start fails to fulfill the potential of a decent genre event, leaving only a safe, mainstream drama about the importance of sticking together with a few scary scenes, children at risk and a pleasant Sandra Bullock. It’s not that I didn’t watch it with interest; I just consider it a waste of a great potential.