prone to bursting into flames periodically
Are you, are you, coming to the tree?
maybe not quite as enamored with these films as mark fisher was, but i am admittedly rather fond of them and do think they have a subversive edge that's lacking in most mass entertainment that speaks the language of revolution. the setting is novel in a way that largely eludes easy accusations of performative anti-capitalism (panem seems, if anything, more reminiscent of a feudal society) while still providing some fairly incisive commentary…
the strongest feeling i was left with walking out of the theater was just utter bewilderment as to how anyone even likes these films anymore. i saw this with my parents and two younger brothers and none of us came out particularly impressed. are we just watching these films out of some sick sense of obligation at this point? why is blockbuster filmmaking catering to the interests of the most annoying brand of consumer? is this really what the general…
form here obviously remains impeccable - borderline impossible not to soyface at gwen's universe being visually represented through vivid splashes of shapes and colors that shift from one shot to the next, as if all her repressed emotions have erupted outwards and been imprinted on reality itself - and that's just one of what feels like an endless supply of stylistic tricks the film has up its sleeves. that being said; jeez this one's a mess. idk about you all…