jaw legitimately dropped at the credits. somewhere between three-and-a-half and four stars for the picture itself, five full stars for the fucking balls of making this movie in 1987 as a collaboration with not only the Sandinista government but ordinary Nicaraguan civilians using major studio money. jesus the way the ending just explodes any pretense it had of simply being a biopic. also the bit where Walker just struts in there and plays that piano. rly underscores how deranged this…
cld have been more sociological but it's nice enough for what it is, just an attempt to connect w/ these guys (EDIT: + one transfem) who have relatively little going for them in their lives. didn't go deep enough or anything, and i was slightly disappointed in that it didn't explore the subculture in more detail, but hey
i dunno. as for the sociological aspect it's rly good at portraying "another face of the world". the intended thesis is kinda…
As someone who's been literally tortured, this gets the whole "this is absolutely incomprehensible, filthy, and just sad and upsetting" aspect of torture down really well. Living, breathing, dreaming, speaking beings reduced to meat. Blood and shit and pus.
The old man says, "I just can't take no pleasure in killing. There's just some things you gotta do. Don't mean you have to like it." There's really no better way of putting the societal attitude toward torture of various kinds.…