Rewatched to prepare for my inaugural attendance of Cinema Club at my local library. I'm a bit nervous; I've never been particularly good at "class participation." But if I do choose to speak, I imagine it will be about irony (oxen hauling airplanes, rampant military spending in a failing economy, professional triumph juxtaposed with personal loss) or about ambivalence (the practicality of dreams, the commodification of art, the pains of love). Indeed, the most pervasive and unifying theme here concerns…
Yes, it's violent and vulgar, but it's not nearly as clever or revolutionary as it seems to think it is. I think if a movie wants to subvert tropes, it should actually, you know, SUBVERT them, not just call attention to its own use of them ('Look, we've got a hot damsel in distress!' 'Look, we've got a generic British villain!' 'Look, we've got a superhero landing!' etc). Also, I guess I just don't find dick jokes as funny as everyone else does apparently.
"I promised them women."
Quite possibly the most terrifying sentence I have ever heard in a film. And that is why I love horror movies like this -- because the true horror lies not in what the monsters do to people, but in what normal people choose to do to each other. After all, the infection here is just that: a disease. It has no agency, no motive. But people do. They choose to deceive, to…