Creative Director of Music
Mondo, Death Waltz Recording Co.
Look, it’s not actually three stars good, but I clearly have an appreciation for the wild swings filmmakers took in the 90s in an attempt to define the cinematic language of video game adaptations (see Super Mario Bros. - another film I find charming, warts and all) plus it gave us Techno Syndrome (one of the most accidentally persevering songs of all time) and everyone involved is truly giving 110% to absolute nonsense and I respect that.
So I liked it more the third time than either of the previous two times.
Maybe I have Stockholm syndrome.
Maybe I was finally able to let the stupidity wash over me and allow it to just try to entertain me.
Maybe I could finally just see it less cynically, and see the utter desperation to be loved underneath.
Either way, it’s fascinating to watch the chemical reaction of a movie that runs entirely on emotional fumes because the idea…