Possibly a bit half-baked among some of its commentaries, but it sure has a lot to get off its chest -- I can't even fully dive into its post-9/11 essence. At the very least, it does a phenomenal job indicting sex trades by contrasting it to more a more extreme form of pleasure the audience surely feels is wrong.
If cutting someone with a chainsaw and cutting their toes off with a paid ticket is wrong, surely sex work should…
When you're an asshole, you lose your girlfriend.
When you lose your girlfriend, you get drunk at Harvard.
When you get drunk at Harvard, you rant on the Internet.
When you rant on the Internet, you make FaceMash.com.
When you make FaceMash.com, you crash the system.
When the system crashes, twins that row crew ask for your help (you hate crew).
When you hate crew, you steal their idea.
When you steal their idea, it becomes big.
When it becomes…
I re-watched Mud tonight to see if it could live up to my previous viewing. Much like The Place Beyond the Pines, it does add up but it actually improved. TPBTP had one of the greatest acts of the century but faltered after its first 40 minutes. Jeff Nichols’s Mud, however, doesn’t ever really falter at all – consistently great cinema.
What my re-watch showed me, was that it gets the little things right to amplify the big picture of…