a basic comparison between individual psychosis and American institutions is made absolutely vicious thanks to Nicholas Ray's clearly complete contempt for the nuclear family and the systems that facilitate it. Mason transforming into a hysteria of hatred for everyone and everything seems to be proving Ray's thesis that American society is inherently cruel and hanging on by a thin thread. hard to argue with that!
lots of kinda interesting ideas are played with very briefly (coming into a very different market, over-saturated with superheroes), yet they never really cohere into anything of substance. even some of the gender politics here feel a little regressive (thankfully the cringey Mr. Mom stuff from the trailers is actually fairly amusing in the film itself). i just wish Brad Bird was as committed to storytelling as he is to creating the best damn action sequences in town (which he…
unbelievably stupid. anyone who finds something profound here (like the frat bros in my audience) are kidding themselves. the makeup girl does makeup on the models...and corpses!! so blunt and uninspired. some admittedly gorgeous shots, and some funny lines ("You. You can leave."), but overall empty, arrogant and so dumb.
i have to say i'm a little baffled by the relatively unanimous praise for this. beyond daniel lopatin's pulsating score and Sean Price Williams' cinematography, this is pretty boring. moreover, what is the message here? that piece-of-shit white people take advantage of people of colour for their own benefit and see none of the consequences (until a strangely conventional ending)? thanks for that, Safdies, but it's not handled thoughtfully or even critically.
i've seen people talk about this movie as…