This one has a shockingly young, skin-headed Gary Oldman banging around in a giant metal pot, and if that doesn't sell you on Meantime, then I just don't know what will.
It's Manksgiving, y'all.
It’s bad for society, and y'know, it’s really bad for men.
The movie was hammered with bad reviews at the time. "Yeah," concedes Gary, "but there's some good work in there."
As gunslingers and sinners, they each need redemption, but they suck at going about it-- one moreso than the other, maybe, but they're both in trouble. And no, I'm not talking about the 2020 election (okay, I am, kind of).
In a movie that fully rejects non-partisan storytelling, how should we handle the championing of one party's viewpoint and the vilification of another's?
The POTUS is kind of an arrogant gambler of American lives, but Gary is scary!
Harry opts to see his long-gone loved ones for one reason: he is preparing himself for death.
An eerie discrepancy begins to eek into your head. Who the heck is this whiny Paddy Considine guy? Why does HE get to carry the shotgun out of the woods? It was supposed to be me!
"And you, you're my favorite."