From the sickening opening sequence that indulges in an unapologetic gay bashing to the mid slough of overflowing flashbacks following each individual character arc into his/her past, till the suspense deprived finish that repeats the first movie's finale, I couldn't care less about this bloated parade of cheap gore.
Great footage and an interesting piece of cultural history, but somehow I can't seem to trust Michael Jordan. I don't deny he probably was the best of his generation, but he has a convoluted ego, still wanting to be the best in a game that encompasses the framing of this very documentary.
MVP: Scottie Pippen, who seems more sincere in his indignation and regrets.
Noé did it again: ruined a potentially great film about human psyche* by boring provocation and plotless drivel. The dancing was fucking A though, if after the credits you're still wondering when the actual climax starts.
*except if you count the lingering conversation about anal rape fantasies as deep, merely Noé quoting his own oeuvre.
The most poetic death scene of an Orc I've ever seen. Why?
Because Orcs are only bred to kill; they can only act according to evil, they don't know what 'good' means. Humans, elves, dwarfs, wizards, they all can be selfish, ignorant, reckless, but they do experience morality, the dichotomy of good and evil. Orcs don't. That makes them inherently tragic characters, as black and white an universe allows.
Yet, this particular head-orc (Azog), having mortally wounded his opponent (Thorin…