1917
The climactic money shot at the end of this movie is one of my most adored cinematic metaphors, capping off what has honestly become one of my favorite films of the last few years.
Of all the movies I’ve rewatched over quarantine, it’s this one that I feel deserves further comment the most. It’s all I want to think about. Whether it’s the absolutely rousing music, George Mackay’s heart-stopping and heart-breaking performance, the beautiful cinematography and the brilliantly effective one-take technique, or all of the above - whatever it is, I love thinking about this fucking movie. Goddamn. Sam Mendes with the stunner.