my new 2020 goal is to see every De Palma movie—i've seen 7 (well, 8, but i barely remember Black Dahlia) and have fallen in love with each in its own way. this is no different, a wild mess full of tonal whiplash, a nonsense plot, and odd choices, but thoroughly enjoyable and deeply interested (as ever) in the power of watching and the liberation and danger therein. was also great to experience that ending with an audience, an all-timer right there.
a truly chilling product of corporate cynicism. it's not so much about reversing what the previous film did, it's that so much is done in direct acquiescence (sans any reluctance) to fan demands. this sets a corrosive precedent for "popular cinema," scornful of subversion and risk-averse to the point of complete banality. chief among these offenses here is the utter sidelining of Rose, one of Last Jedi's most exciting additions—in light of the abuse she went through, what is done…