A maximalist thrill ride that pulls the rug out from under you an hour and a half in but let’s you keep going on sheer momentum. I know it glosses over some of the straight up bad shit Elvis did to women, but my feelings on him now are far more nuanced. I think the framing device for Elvis’s victim hood through the eyes of his abuser is a stroke of genius. Baz has set a new high point in…
I’m so mad I’m coping and seething they made capeshit good again. You know when oldheads talk about the magic of the Burton Batman films, or reading a really good Batman comic for the first time, well this was that for me. I felt like I was watching the animated series again, a few times I felt genuine emotion, fear even. I can’t wait to see it again.