I am not guilty. I am innocent. I remember.
It’s very, very easy to see why this popular.
The production is stylish, the lead performance is striking, the soundtrack is fantastic. Even easier to overlook, while the direction is clichéd bordering on hackneyed, the editing is fantastic. Ignoring the ideas underpinning the film or even driving the scenes, the film pulses and pounds. (This is most obvious in the montages; that short shot of Mary closing the door after the call cut against the trucker closing the restroom door.)…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
On second watch, I’m just as impressed with the clockwork precision of putting together a movie on the scale of Infinity War.
And just as frustrated at the lack of agency afforded to any of the characters within that machine.
Early in Infinity War, it’s mentioned off-handedly that Thanos has “decimated” Xandar. On hearing Thor provide that exposition, it occurred to me that I cared more about John C. Reilly and Glenn Close’s characters from Guardians of the Galaxy than…