If your favorite band were suddenly erased from the memory of the world, could you recall their lyrics accurately enough to do them justice on the world stage—and more importantly, would you dare?
There’s no question that whatever emerged from the animators would be good, but could it be great? Did it need to be made, or should the time and talent have been devoted to a new project, a new story?
This John Wick movie, the third “chapter” in a series that could go on indefinitely, is no different texture-wise than its predecessors. Whatever you thought of John Wick 1 or John Wick 2, you will probably think the same of this movie.
I prefer to see this movie as offering an order; in other words, the sequence of the six stories matters. The six stories seem to move, one to the next, from juvenility to wisdom. A youngster might view art and death in the flippant way that the first story, “The Ballad of Buster Scruggs,” offers.
If you are angry about movies that stereotype race relations in the U.S., you will be angry at Green Book. If you wish for racial and social healing, you will have your wishes come true in Green Book.
They didn’t title this movie for descriptive purposes. Roma could have been called “Scenes from a Year in a Mexican Maid’s Life.”