365 Movies By Day Reviews of Movies I Watch that I Feel Like Writing About


The Post (2017)

I was able to preview Steven Spielberg's (Jaws, Saving Private Ryan) The Post two years before it was released to the public and even a year before it went into the production. It was called Spotlight and it won the Oscar for Best Picture. It was a fantastic movie. I wish I was more than kidding and with that, I could be more positive about my viewing of, what I hoped could be, one of the best movies of the year. That was months ago when I only knew of the movie title and that it starred Tom Hanks and Meryl Streep. In my head, I envisioned a movie about an army outpost and was very intrigued. But then I saw the preview and I wished the movie would have been about a post office instead. Then, when I was halfway through the movie, I wish I had been watching a movie about a bedpost, a fence post, or any other post that would have represented something far less predictable and boring than the waste of talent and time that was being projected on the screen in front of me. It was one of those times (I've had many recently) where I have been more than grateful for having a MoviePass. The thought of actually paying for some of these 2017 movies is even more terrifying than the disappointing IT, a movie that was neither scary nor good. And, with the exception of a couple of non-Oscar nominated movies that I am still looking forward to, but have yet to see (Hostiles, The Florida Project), The Post successfully ends 2017, the worst year for movies so far this century.


Gone Girl (2014)

Halfway through Gone Girl, I thought I was watching this year's movie to beat. It had everything I wanted in a terse murder mystery/thriller.  It had the small town file (which I love). We know who the main potential suspect may be from the film's opening minutes. But this potential suspect may also be the film's protagonist. And we are left guessing about his guilt or innocence through a huge majority of the film. We like him. We don't like him. We hate him. We love him. We go through the gamut of emotions and this leaves us exhausted as we sit on the edge of our seats.  But the movie really unravels in the last 45 minutes with more absurdities than a a Jim Carrey movie. Suddenly this well thought out thriller becomes a bit of a mockery of itself in an attempt to separate it from other whodunit movies.