There is no explanation, no backstory just observation enshrouded in mythic layers of beautiful cinematography. Everything is left to interpretation, which is both besides the point and probably is the point.
The latest adaptation of White Fang, now streaming on Netflix, tries to maintain a balance between London's naturalism and family dog domestication.
When the expected Deliverance moment comes it is both false and awkwardly right. They all get through the rapids not shattered, just a little bit better men, friends and maybe understanding and appreciative parent and child.
King of Peking (streaming on Netflix) proves that the best buddy films are created by fathers and sons.
Any hopes that Artificial Intelligence might achieve greatness, humanity or even some kind of non-revolutionary singularity are dashed by the averageness of AI movies. Tau, a Netflix sci-fi original, proves that garbage in garbage out not only makes buggy code …
It is all so emotionally and nakedly obvious. And that not only makes Sunday's Illness good but near great.
Set It Up is so smart that it almost attains singularity, just not enough for the average Netflix viewer to be unchill with it.