No more blue tomorrows.
generational curse, generational anger. transformative trauma owed to the sins of the father, getting stronger the more it’s fought, fed, or forgotten.
Ang Lee’s Hulk doesn’t hold back. it is a truly creative and inventive masterpiece, going above and beyond for a comic book adaptation, pushing the genre to what it could have/should have been: experimental, political, and profound. serving as a reminder of the responsibility and integrity of good science, an evergreen indictment of militant men coloring everything and…
“…the pressures of our society…”
Holy fuckinng shit. the latest entry in my ongoing “I can’t believe what I’m seeing” film series.
a scattershot of essays laser focused on aggressively interrogating and subsequently puncturing who we are. One I’ll undoubtedly need to revisit. baffled I don’t hear this talked about more. top tier De Niro. god level De Palma.