For the kind of plot that this movie engages in, it is a surprisingly, refreshingly sombre movie. There is a time crunch through a decent chunk of it, and yet the script doesn’t treat it as such. It holds and is patient as it veers into other priorities, the rationale for which isn’t exposed until the end. It is rather poetic in fact. The Only Living Pickpocket in New York is a film by Noah Segan, typically an actor best known for his various roles in films by Rian Johnson (who serves as an executive producer here). And it is indeed a movie about petty crime perpetrated by an expert petty criminal against the most endeared New York backdrop of any movie in years. There are elements of typical crime thrillers in its story and make-up, and yet it appears to be a character study more than anything, dwelling on his life, his friendships, kindly attitude, and noble humanity before also touching on the past faults of his character, the ramifications of these and his regrets. It is as though...
Clayface might be the most interesting Batman villain to -up until now- never appear in a live-action movie. His signature episode of Batman: The Animated Series , “Feat of Clay” is one of that show’s highlights, his origin story ranking up there with Two-Face and Mr. Freeze in terms of its pathos and tragedy. It is interesting that he was selected as the headliner of his own DC Studios movie though -his story is certainly interesting enough but there is a level of obscurity to him with the general public. Certainly compared to the likes of the Joker and Penguin and Harley Quinn. I suspect the chief reason for the movie’s existence is the opportunity it gives DC to play in a different wheelhouse -something DC head James Gunn appears still interested in doing. Clayface is an R-rated body horror film that importantly does not neuter the character’s villainy for the sake of a more conventional superhero movie mold -the way that Marvel and Sony’s equivalent movies -the Veno...