Standing outside of it, you often have to wonder what the hell men are always fighting about. Throwing hands is part of it, but, more commonly, just think of the constant hum of competition that buzzes between a group of dudes if they spend enough time together. Fellas, you know what I’m talking about — you probably don’t have to think too hard to recall your last poker night, or run at the club, or even the latest bullshit session where you inevitably dog-piled on one of your group. It is what it is, for lack of a better explanation. In writer/director Athina Rachel Tsangari’s latest film Chevalier however, we are asked to examine what exactly is up here. What makes men strive to prove they’re the best? Why are we always competing? Why do we insist on this kind of pain? As the film suggests, the answer to these and other questions is somehow both complicated and simple.
By: Daniel Reynolds There is an early scene in Yorgos Lanthimos’ film, Alps, where a man in an ambulance is talking to a critically injured girl. He asks for her […]