Movies: Talk About What You've Seen Lately--Part 3
07-22-2017
, 08:19 PM
07-22-2017
, 09:47 PM
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Dunkirk
I loathed this film. It is really badly structured, the soundmix is oppressive, and the message is disgusting. It is beautiful to look at like, like if Dali was to arrange the bodies from Jonestown into an artwork.
First structure, it randomly and for no reason flashes from day to night and location to location making it impossible to understand where in the story you are or which location. There is no plot, which is fine. Most of my favorite films have little to no plot. However, here instead of character or plot you get endless repeats of the same narrow escape scene by a guy you don't care about at all. It's basically 3 scenes, repeated for two hours. It is like a cheap slasher film or action movie where the hero JUST escapes 100 times until the credits roll.
Nolan also thinks war was nothing but non-stop action. He really does a terrible job of showing the scale as well. We are told over and over that there are 400,000 people on the beach but are shown like 2,000. Did his CGI budget run out? Also, the big emotional payoff scene when the boats arrive again we are shown 10 boats which would hold like 500 people.
Nolan is hands down the single worst working director in terms of sound. I didn't think it could get worse than Interstellar but he tops himself here. In 70mm IMAX it is so loud it actually hurts. This isn't to say you can understand a word any of the actors say. All dialogue is barely audible. Everything else is tuned up to 11.
Finally the message is revolting. Here war is totally clean. Nobody is really hurt. No limbs lost or blood even. People just neatly fall to the ground and peacefully pass away. Furthermore, the film spends 9/10th of its time trying to show the futility of war but cant pass up an ending about the glory of war. It's really gross.
Apparently, the main guy is some pop star but he doesn't have to act all, just run away from explosions or swim to the surface so its pretty meaningless.
Did anyone care about the 17 year old kid and if so why?
Grade: D
I loathed this film. It is really badly structured, the soundmix is oppressive, and the message is disgusting. It is beautiful to look at like, like if Dali was to arrange the bodies from Jonestown into an artwork.
First structure, it randomly and for no reason flashes from day to night and location to location making it impossible to understand where in the story you are or which location. There is no plot, which is fine. Most of my favorite films have little to no plot. However, here instead of character or plot you get endless repeats of the same narrow escape scene by a guy you don't care about at all. It's basically 3 scenes, repeated for two hours. It is like a cheap slasher film or action movie where the hero JUST escapes 100 times until the credits roll.
Nolan also thinks war was nothing but non-stop action. He really does a terrible job of showing the scale as well. We are told over and over that there are 400,000 people on the beach but are shown like 2,000. Did his CGI budget run out? Also, the big emotional payoff scene when the boats arrive again we are shown 10 boats which would hold like 500 people.
Nolan is hands down the single worst working director in terms of sound. I didn't think it could get worse than Interstellar but he tops himself here. In 70mm IMAX it is so loud it actually hurts. This isn't to say you can understand a word any of the actors say. All dialogue is barely audible. Everything else is tuned up to 11.
Finally the message is revolting. Here war is totally clean. Nobody is really hurt. No limbs lost or blood even. People just neatly fall to the ground and peacefully pass away. Furthermore, the film spends 9/10th of its time trying to show the futility of war but cant pass up an ending about the glory of war. It's really gross.
Apparently, the main guy is some pop star but he doesn't have to act all, just run away from explosions or swim to the surface so its pretty meaningless.
Did anyone care about the 17 year old kid and if so why?
Grade: D
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, 11:54 PM
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, 10:11 AM
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, 10:31 AM
07-23-2017
, 10:38 AM
Trainspotting 2
Choose Life. Choose to put down that bottle in the name of tomorrow. Choose to grow old with a lucid mind, forever observing the effects of aging - day in and day out - on the surface of that morning mirror. Choose to present yourself favourably, climbing rapidly that social ladder. Choose to smile, despite the rotten aspects of the urban life tucked away in alleyways like syringes, crack pipes, dementia, schizophrenia and utter paranoia. Choose to hold back that anger that urges you to beat the living crap out of that dipshyt sitting across you in the bus. Choose to not beat up an old woman with her own purse, despite that uncontrollable desire to do so. Choose to repress that tilt of yours that makes you want to flip that ****ing table and all the stupid chips on them. Choose to behave, suppress, to wear a mask. Choose to not be unfaithful, to not **** that new honey like you both deserve it. Choose to not totally go ape-monkey/lose it on every-fracking-body, as no one would ever forget. Choose life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkUHzMtFiac
So what happens when you get the original crew of degenerates back together 20 years later? You get the same habits, the same measured addictions, disillusion and a general sense of hopelessness as life flashes by like a daze.
The first time I saw Trainspotting, I was high like a mama fracking kite. I was at the beginning of a 4 year relationship, both of us 20 years old, highly immersed in the grudge/alternative scene of Montreal, disillusioned, terribly mad at society, consumerism and the fracking black hole that is modern ages. Needless to say, but the movie spoke directly to us. Moreso, it was a true companion. A testimony of our times. A message in a bottle at sea, that perhaps would not go completely unnoticed… 16 years later, I sobered up. I made peace with my anger, my disillusion. I embraced (somewhat) what I wanted to ****ing kick in the chinny chin chin back in the 90s. I Chose Life.
The problem is, when put in the face of old age, decay, anxiety, life's ****ing problems and all, we are left but with 1 solution : to embrace the moment. The present. That same ****ing ironic fleeting moment that forever escapes our grasp
Choose life.
Choose Life. Choose to put down that bottle in the name of tomorrow. Choose to grow old with a lucid mind, forever observing the effects of aging - day in and day out - on the surface of that morning mirror. Choose to present yourself favourably, climbing rapidly that social ladder. Choose to smile, despite the rotten aspects of the urban life tucked away in alleyways like syringes, crack pipes, dementia, schizophrenia and utter paranoia. Choose to hold back that anger that urges you to beat the living crap out of that dipshyt sitting across you in the bus. Choose to not beat up an old woman with her own purse, despite that uncontrollable desire to do so. Choose to repress that tilt of yours that makes you want to flip that ****ing table and all the stupid chips on them. Choose to behave, suppress, to wear a mask. Choose to not be unfaithful, to not **** that new honey like you both deserve it. Choose to not totally go ape-monkey/lose it on every-fracking-body, as no one would ever forget. Choose life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkUHzMtFiac
So what happens when you get the original crew of degenerates back together 20 years later? You get the same habits, the same measured addictions, disillusion and a general sense of hopelessness as life flashes by like a daze.
The first time I saw Trainspotting, I was high like a mama fracking kite. I was at the beginning of a 4 year relationship, both of us 20 years old, highly immersed in the grudge/alternative scene of Montreal, disillusioned, terribly mad at society, consumerism and the fracking black hole that is modern ages. Needless to say, but the movie spoke directly to us. Moreso, it was a true companion. A testimony of our times. A message in a bottle at sea, that perhaps would not go completely unnoticed… 16 years later, I sobered up. I made peace with my anger, my disillusion. I embraced (somewhat) what I wanted to ****ing kick in the chinny chin chin back in the 90s. I Chose Life.
The problem is, when put in the face of old age, decay, anxiety, life's ****ing problems and all, we are left but with 1 solution : to embrace the moment. The present. That same ****ing ironic fleeting moment that forever escapes our grasp
Choose life.
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