I’m in The New Yorker writing about the toll taken by Hollywood "Fat Kid" typecasting. "Heavyweights" is both a film I discuss and, of course, a reference to my current status in the world of journalism.
In all seriousness, a lotta blood went into this. Would greatly appreciate a read.
Objectively worse than the first one, but way more enjoyable imho— pretty much the exact kind of *bad movie* we need more of: exists only to be badass, literally no other agenda or pretensions. Peak 2004 last gasp of Nu-Metal/Maxim magazine aesthetics, truly like re-entering the womb.
Also always a fan of the genre movie twist where the horrific, unrecognizable monstrosity of science is revealed to be the “old-buddy-once-thought-dead.” Struggling to think of other examples besides, like, Robocop, but I know I’ve seen them? Help?
There's definitely a super scrim of Hindutvaistic propaganda spread across all the good times/righteous anti-western fury and it DOES kinda slag a bit in the post-intermission dudes-gotta-breakup-to-makeup stretch leading into the big finale... but, look, I have never missed the significant male friends of my life more than I have in the last year so I cried for about half of this.
84/100
Showed this to my father. He was bored by it. I explained to him that the fact that he loves me enough to watch any film I want him to is what the film is basically about. He said "No Julian, it's about lesbian lepidopterists."
It's still a masterpiece, Dad.
