I rewatched this on Christmas day with my good friend Jonathan, and spent the next few days trying to figure out how I would write about this film. Letterboxd has gone to shit over the holiday season, and so I finally felt motivated to start my own blog where I wrote an extended piece on the movie. I'd appreciate if it could be given a read, I'd transfer it straight here but I don't think it would look visually appealing on this site given its length, and I liked using stills to illustrate different points.
Happy birthday Maggie Cheung.
The gender politics here are unsurprisingly terrible (some of the shit Sammo puts her through in this is 😬). But there are fun hijinks to be had, especially in the final third which reminded me of some of the Jackie Chan films she was a part of from around this time.
Incredible. One of the most deceptively complex films I've ever seen, with a setup that seems startlingly simple and straightforward but slowly reveals layers upon layers of ideas and emotions. What struck me the most was how these two men attempted to reconstruct memories from their past, perhaps as a way of exorcising these difficult feelings that they've had for years but also raising feelings of regret and longing for the idealism that they strived for in their younger days.…
A centrist opus on the lies which America builds its mythology upon in order to enact some of the greatest evils this world has ever seen. A character piece wracked with guilt and confusion. This is Nolan's big boy movie, a sweeping epic with a powerhouse cast that is balanced to a tee; at first glance it feels like the exciting work which he has been building towards for his entire career. Nearly the entire thing is just men in…