stephen chow as a flesh toilet is insane
THE self insert fan fiction. a beautiful, violent, shallow male fantasy, a catharsis of anger and guilt, a self portrait collaged out of fractured parts. meticulously reconstructing trauma, simultaneously desirable and repulsive. romantic as hell as it is caught between a purgatory of vintage and original, compassionate and cold; stuck in the confinements of the past whilst yearning for the future. not many other actors would turn their star vehicle vanity project into a such an original, fascinating car wreck of ego. one of the most heart breaking escapist works ever created.
the peak of narcissistic blockbuster filmmaking, so self absorbed in its own concept that its almost offensive. so ambitious it loses focus on its potential; tenet could’ve been exceedingly sad, envisioning warfare and annihilation in perpetual cycles, a loss of identity and love through time travel. this is instead a series of magic tricks, flashed in front of the audience then done in reverse just to doubly impress; it’s all a charade to distract from the hollowness at tenet’s icy…