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to institute representation as signifier, as a transcendental subject radically deluded, one can sense existence itself as a fundamental point, which can overbalance the entire structure it finds itself in. when ws turns the most crucial element of imbalance to pure abstraction, he shifts the very fabric of representation towards a tangible force, absolutely essential for the actual transformation to take place.
it takes this boisterous abstraction (alice as a representation of humanity, not humanity itself, alice as cinema) to…
one of the most disastrous narratives we’ve had since nolan’s batman outputs. visually it delves further into wonder woman’s green screen chromatic exercises (which i personally find incredibly uninteresting for the most part) and is as dramatically inept as one would expect from a snyder/whedon film. a lot of convoluted action and snyder’s usual political commentary is obviously present.