I've been waiting all year for a film this invigorating. A documentary full to the brim with smirking wit and colorful personality, with righteous fury and painful regret. Its application of the zine aesthetic is inspired. The bits and pieces we see of the unfinished Shirkers are astonishing. That thing would've blown the doors off independent filmmaking. Some people seem frustrated by Tan's lack of personal introspection but I think that's a misread. The whole film is an emotional autopsy, diagramming her fears and pangs without being psychologically didactic. Orson Welles would've loved this movie.
The real battle royale this summer isn't between Batman and Superman, or between Captain America and Iron Man, or between the X-Men and the purple guy. It's over the soul of blockbuster cinema. Marvel has clearly staked its claim, and DC announced its own perspective rather loudly a few months ago. The latter made a film which, while admittedly convoluted, was at least a stab at something grandiose and new. It didn't make logical sense, but it felt like it…
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In my review of Captain America: Civil War two years ago, I likened the MCU to a bottomless pit. These movies, even the fun ones, ultimately fail because none of them can end. They can't tell complete stories, always forced to conclude with a tease of continuation. It's been ten years since the jump into the pit, and we've just kept on falling. Infinity War was marketed with the promise of finally hitting bottom. Hilariously, they couldn't even pull that…