"y'all are my motherfucking soulmates."
like a Ke$ha video directed by Terrence Malick (*Do* The Wonder?), a dubstep belly shot of the american nightmare. Forever.
although, re the too-obvious Ke$ha reference above, Pussy Riot would also fit the bill (the Brony-baiting masks certainly raise that flag). first viewing was dominated by concerns with capitalism and carnal myopia, but i suspect that future visits will focus more on power dynamics and holy shit ashley benson.
also, there's a show-stopping sequence at the film's mid-point that involves a piano and an unexpected pop song and... cinema forreeverrrrr
"but what if i have to tinkle?"
you will believe a man can sigh. hopelessly torn between regurgitating a myth & telling a story. inert, dull & terribly timid. the genome of a Nolan film & none of the grace. flashback structure fatally enervates the narrative. hardly any actual *scenes,* even fewer actual characters.
Cavill is great / wasted. Adams is given a petulant and banal Lois Lane. Shannon acquits himself, and yet enjoys not a single memorable moment (his henchwoman steals the…