Evangelical sorrows are surprisingly popular in America. Those that wish to be saved through the grainy, stilted footage of a television screen will have to turn to the likes of Tammy Faye or Jim Bakker for salvation. But The Eyes of Tammy Faye proves the rather obvious. Scam artists and evangelical inspiration, for Faye and Bakker, went hand in hand. The Michael Showalter-directed feature looks to bridge that gap as quickly and vividly as it can. A two-hour feature starring Jessica Chastain and Andrew Garfield certainly should have the time to do so, with competent hands at the wheel it is no surprise that The Eyes of Tammy Faye elicits all the right notes of an odd little biopic.
We all remember where we were for key events of modern history. Where were you when the news of Osama Bin Laden’s death broke? For many, they were told by an American hero, John Cena, who stood in a wrestling ring and announced it to a crowd. This memory lives on forever, rent-free in the minds of those who found out that a prominent terrorist was finally killed. Zero Dark Thirty omits Cena but provides an exceptionally lengthy recount of the decade-long search that finally led to the death of a notorious criminal. Kathryn Bigelow directs this piece with an all-star cast backing her up on the inevitable train toward varied, exceptional accounts of what sacrifices were made to, eventually, throw a horrible man’s body deep into the ocean.
Thanks to the ongoing global crisis, I’ve allowed myself much more time to read books and listen to more music. It’s been strange venturing outside of film, but it has given me some time that, in hindsight, was necessary for my writing. Case in point, finally getting around to reading Andy Weir’s best-known work, The Martian. With a big-budget film adaptation lingering around my favourite films list for the past few years, it amazes me how one rewatch could shatter the love I had for this film almost entirely.