I am really very annoyed that Ben Wheatley's new film High-Rise is playing fests everywhere else this Fall but not making it anywhere near New York, meaning I'll have to wait for its release date probably next year. I want it! I want to see Tom Hiddleston & Elisabeth Moss smear silver paint on each other!
I want to see Tom Hiddleston stand in a mirrored elevator! I want it all! I even want to see Noted You-Know-What Luke Evans floating in a pool on a bed of gigantic mustache.
Even that! High-Rise, if you don't remember, is Wheatley's adaptation of a JG Ballard book about a group of folks who go all Lord of the Flies inside a you-guessed-it. (This reminds me - I bought a copy of this book like a year ago and haven't read it yet; time to dig it out of the pile at go at it!) Wheatley is the very talented director behind A Field in England and Sightseers and Kill List and now everybody's gone and realized he's great and this is his first flick working with all those big fancy slow-to-notice people.