Deianne latonio

5 stars no notes, best kung fu panda movie in the whole series

Damien Chazelle’s love letter to film coaxes you with an  overstimulation of beautiful pans of cinema. It’s easy to get whisked away with Nellie and Manny in the whirlwind of Hollywood; thrust into the raunchy, naked glamour of it all. And you could either let it take you, or take it by its bulbous head. How novel, how exciting the fast ascent upwards of Hollywood pre-Holywood. I almost forgot its setting couldn’t be more far-flung from now. I’d gotten used to a specific niche of golden era hollywood films, that the specific transition the film angles between silent films and talkies was—well, refreshing isn’t the word to describe it but it definitely douses you in bourbon and a line of coke on the side. But as fast and high that crescendo hits in the beginning it crashes just as fast, both narrative-wise and how sore my ass felt in my seat from its length (innuendo almost intended) by the latter half of the film.