22/07/2025
"Babylon" by Damien Chazelle (2022)
One of my favorite movies of the century—no exaggeration. Babylon deserved so much better. A full-blown masterpiece: acting, writing, directing, editing, pacing, blocking—it’s all impeccable.
A 3-hour epic about the transition from silent films to talkies doesn’t sound like a thrill ride, but this is one of the most engaging 3-hour films I’ve ever seen. You could start it at 2 a.m. and I’d still be locked in. The energy is relentless—from the wild opening party to Jack Conrad brushing off a spear wound on set, to Nellie LaRoy wrestling a snake and bombing at a high-society party.
Tobey Maguire’s “asshole of L.A.” descent into hell is absolutely terrifying. But it’s not just chaos—the film also nails the quiet, crushing moments. That first soundstage scene with Nellie is a comedy of errors so chaotic it’s brilliant. A guy literally dies mid-take and they just keep going. That’s the world Chazelle builds: one of beauty, madness, and heartbreak.
Jack Conrad’s arc is devastating—left behind by the art form he loved and revered. Watching him fade into irrelevance is brutal. Same for Nellie and Manny, who rise fast and fall harder. The way Manny clings to Nellie, or that small moment about not visiting his own family—it’s beautiful and sad.
The direction is flawless. Handheld frustration, dreamlike tracking shots, and meticulous blocking bring this world to life. Linus Sandgren’s 35mm cinematography is gorgeous. Justin Hurwitz’s jazz score? Electrifying.
Robbie, Pitt, Calva, Jean Smart, Li Jun Li—all incredible. Robbie owns this role. If Whiplash was Chazelle’s Raging Bull, Babylon is his Wolf of Wall Street.
And that ending montage? Goosebumps. This is cinema.