Nitram

Nitram

Bizarre how we’ve come to the cultural understanding that the only purposeful way to depict true crime is to ground it in literalist realism, so miserable and dour as a virtue, a domain for actors to craft trauma into something warranting applause as the empty landscapes use their spatial negativity to invoke unearned perspective of an otherwise unspoken massacre - all while simultaneously distancing itself from the complexities of its actual depiction. This does not equate to the work of an artist, but a coward. One firing off biographical exploitation then burying the outrage in a misleading post-script that lays blame on the government for the necessity of such a meaningless film's existence.

The ending of Remember Me had more dignity than this lmao.

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