I’m looking at the blank screen in front of me and wondering how to begin my ranting about how much Adaptation floored me. I’ve already written around 3 false starts and 2 middle sections, those of which lie waste in some virtual trash bin in a far away data storage center, forever lost to me. I have already made an excuse to myself that Adaptation was a difficult experience to process and so it will be a painful task to…
The sense of constant paranoia, mistrust, plentiful obscure visions and the convoluted line between dreams and reality, Jacob’s Ladder rolls these oddballs into a joint of weird hallucinatory power, one which messes with your brains the more you think about it.
The Vietnam War had already resulted into many a great narratives over 80’s, but this topsy turvy psychological drama having biblical beasts coming out of walls is as far out symbolism of horrors of war as there can be.
I remember Youtubing the shit out of Suicide Squad trailer when it took the internet by storm. It brought 70's Rock back in my playlist and groove in my steps. I started counting days to its release, wondering whether this would be the definite pulp anti-hero superflick we all were waiting for! And then, it all collapsed!
I am Jack's smirking anger. The ludicrous introductions stumbled shakily to a middle that was absolutely all over the place. I still kept…
"She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain."
Such warmth. Such affection. And such splendid uniqueness. It's as if our eternal sun has engulfed the artificiality of society and all that remains is bright light of healing. It's as if we have reshaped our language back to its primal senses, shunning away the euphemisms so that our feelings are no longer merely…