Watch this film if you want to know how to waste your most precious asset of all as a filmmaker.
That asset is screen time and this squanders it in abundance, with extraneous characters, unnecessary scenes, copious narration and superfluous moralizing all to conclude in a mediocre ending that ignores its most interesting character even in near death.
If I were to ever for some reason teach a screenwriting class, I would offer this up as what not to do. And I’d pair it up with its obvious progenitor, Grounhog Day, to show what to do.
At least, though, 90% of the spoken lines were by women and there were some individual good scenes. Unfortunately, for the most part the well-acted, high-quality scenes were among those inessential to the plot — such as the scene between a pitch-perfect Liv Hewson as Anna and Zoey Deutch as Sam in a bathroom where they exchange footwear and some frank talk.
The movie tells and tells and tells but never shows, ignores the most compelling characters, and as I mentioned it burns screen time on irrelevancies like there is ever any to spare.
The idea behind this film was sound. A Groundhog Day from a young woman’s perspective could’ve been fun and insightful.
This, however, was neither of those things.
Not really recommended, unless you enjoy poor screenwriting or watching a 98 minute film for 10 minutes of good scenes.
Linux nor Windows (any version) properly supports multi-DPI monitors. For instance, I have a 5K and 4K monitor side-by-side. When I drag a window from my 5K to my 4K, it’s the same size in MacOS. Everything just works perfectly.
In any other OS, total brokenness. This has worked correctly in MacOS for 3+ years now.
I’d prefer to use XFCE, really, but lack of support for anything modern and seeming disinterest in any of it means MacOS is the only OS I can actually use.
This reminds me of back in the late 1990s and early 2000s when Linux refused to support USB (and then supported it poorly) because it was a “consumer toy.”
I was just looking at a copy of my military records earlier. Technically, I’m a German paratrooper, too. I’d forgotten about that. You get foreign paratrooper wings when you as a paratrooper train with a foreign country’s parachute forces, and they then award you those wings — so I have American and German paratrooper wings.
When you hear in the press about ex-military folks claiming military honors they did not receive, most of the time it’s probably true. However, there’s stuff I did and training I received in the army that never made it onto my official military records. I only discovered this when I was exiting the army.
At that time, I was so happy to get out, my military record could’ve only said in 72-point font, “MIKE IS A TURD” with giant poo emoji printed on it, and I would’ve signed it and been happy.
That scatological aside aside, military records are a form of truth and sure, most of the time those who claim honors they never received in fact are prevaricating; however, not always.
Which is the truth, what happened in reality or what appears on a piece of paper?
Something I noticed tonight as I was watching the first episode of Season 3 is that it’s not just great due to the plotting or the uniformly adroit actors, or even the weirdness admixed with the mundane that makes it all the more surreal-real, but has much to do with the lovely principal photography and sound design.
It’s one of the most beautifully-photographed and the most meticulous and exacting and sonically lush shows I’ve ever seen. What most shows ignore because they’d either be too hard to capture or to foley in are present here, in the best verisimilitude I’ve ever heard.
I’ve linked a version of this before and in this one, the audio quality is completely terrible. Like, someone banging on a rusty garbage can on the bottom of the ocean abysmal. But I can actually see Marissa P of Screaming Females play the entire solo at the end of “Because the Night,” and for that it is worth it.
I don’t even really care about guitar solos. But her musicianship and ferocity on the guitar just cause her talent to elevate it all to something greater:
Notice how at one point her hand is moving more quickly than the camera (probably capping at 30hz) can handle.
Paraphrasing something a commenter points out, watching Wednesday Addams shred on the electric guitar is a good thing in the world.