Most viewers who see this don't realize what they are watching. In fact the viewers who have watched this documentary can consider themselves to be in the decimal dust of concerned individuals. Its no coincidence that Ukraine is in the news today. The players here have not gone anywhere. If you have the time to dig deeper do so. You won't regret it. May I recommend the website kyivpost.com......
To paraphrase W.C. Fields, 'The definition of manners is when someone who knows how to play the tuba, doesn't' . In this case intellectualizing the deaths of Jesuits in Argentina is so bad its not even wrong. Oops, I played the tuba.
The last time I saw Anya Taylor-Joy was in Thoroughbreds, a much underrated film. Ok , I admit I was transfixed by Anya Taylor-Joy's eyes in Emma as much as the battle eyes of Alita Battle Angel. Back to reality. Before I go on let me say nobody could ever accuse me of having read a Jane Austin novel before seeing this film. Thankfully that prevents me from going all Lit Department in this review, and by the way I hate doilies. Even so it was pure pleasure being sucked into the nuances of holding hands, the dynamics of social dancing, and watching caricatures erupt one after another from their places in this script. The intricate dialog in Emma, at times, resembles an obstacle course for the gifted. But, dumping energy into following things pays off handsomely . I haven't seen a cinematic takedown the likes of Emma screwing the pooch during the hilltop picnic scene since Ethan Hawk hit Sally Hawkins in Maudie.
I'm startled. I had a good time watching this film.