Nope. Friday is still the quintessential stoner buddy comedy.
Never has there been a stronger case for locking a bunch of repulsive men in their rich daddy’s house and burning it the fuck down.
A part of me can understand the hate for this movie: it’s a sequel to a beloved classic, poorly received at the time of its release, tainted by the aesthetics of Y2K culture. But the other part can’t help but feel a little suspicious that the initial failure of this was most definitely due to…
I get it, these guys weren’t monsters they were people like you and me who did messed up shit that shouldn’t be glorified. But this isn’t humanization. This feels like a sensationalist exposé made by someone with a vendetta against Norwegian Black Metal. Add to that American actors with American accents playing Norwegian people (Why? Is this Death of Stalin?), a bland love interest, a shamelessly Hollywood-ized sex scene (somehow in the same movie as a brutal suicide), a score that…
Swipe left on Wong Kar Wai, Akira Kurosawa, and Edward Yang. Swipe right on Crazy Rich Asians—the epitome of Asian cinema.
My real review: Completely tone-deaf and egregious. This is in no way a celebration of Asian identity/culture/heritage as much as it is a celebration of wealth/power/status—the fact that this movie has been heralded as some kind of landmark racial achievement for Hollywood when it completely ignores the existence of working-class Asians worldwide and very openly panics and makes a joke out…