High-Rise

āļž.āļĻ. 2559 â€Ē 118 āļ™āļēāļ—āļĩ
3.2
262 āļĢāļĩāļ§āļīāļ§
60%
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R
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Tom Hiddleston stars as Dr. Robert Laing, the newest resident of a luxurious apartment in a high-tech skyscraper whose lofty location places him amongst society’s upper class. Laing quickly settles in and meets the other tenants: Charlotte (Sienna Miller), a bohemian single mother; Wilder (Luke Evans), a charismatic documentarian who lives with his pregnant wife Helen (Elisabeth Moss); and Mr. Royal (Jeremy Irons), the building’s enigmatic architect. Life seems like paradise to the solitude-seeking Laing. But, as power outages become more frequent and building flaws emerge, mainly on the lower floors, social strata begins to crumble and the building descends into a class war.
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262 āļĢāļĩāļ§āļīāļ§
Seth Niimi
29 āđ€āļĄāļĐāļēāļĒāļ™ 2559
This film started out to be very visually interesting, but the story seemed extremely disjointed. It appeared to attempt to be a heady metaphor about class and society but really seemed to just be a collection of absurd scenes with no real substance overall. This definitely was not my cup of tea. If you like naked Tom Hiddleston, boobs, bloody people, awkward scores, and dark undertones of society and the upper-class eating itself alive you might like this movie. If not, you'd be better off skipping this one.
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B** **s
23 āļĄāļīāļ–āļļāļ™āļēāļĒāļ™ 2563
In 2001: A Space Odyssey, the ascent of man is symbolized by the rising of the bone-weapon into the sky, that turns into man's later achievement of a satellite in space. In High-Rise, the film adaptation of the J.G. Ballard novel about class warfare in a state-of-the-art building that loses electrical power, a child's scoop of chocolate ice cream plummets from a balcony onto the windshield of a parked car, reversing the glorious evolution in Kubrick's work: The modern children have flung feces.
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Jolie Boudreaux
14 āđ€āļĄāļĐāļēāļĒāļ™ 2565
This movie is nothing but chaos and chaos is boring. Is there a plot or is it just a chain of lame political statements? The characters aren't even interesting. There was some gratuitous man meat and a weird alternate-reality 1970s vibe going on which made it not 100% garbage. Some reimagined ABBA tunes helped, too, but not much.
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