And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make
A film that emulates our hyper-online, cacophonous, and draining world with disturbing and absurdist perfection. Like reality, it bludgeons us into near numbness with ceaseless movement and stunning action choreography (dildo nunchucks ftw). Nothing matters—a phrase as liberating as it is dangerous. Humans have a limit. We can only care about so much. Because of the internet, it is now theoretically possible to pay attention…
Youth remembered through rose colored glasses, except PTAs lenses are cracked, allowing the dark, deeply vile nature of reality to slip through and pollute his mid-70s dreamscape — a dreamscape that never existed. Any adolescence examined ad nauseam reveals unquestionably fucked up experiences and circumstances, even ones not perceived as such in the moment. But such revelations don’t take away their importance. Only we can remember how we felt in those long gone moments of our lives, when the collapse…
If you give me Cage and unhinged Hopper in a western noir with teal lighting and lots of pulpy violence, there is a 100% chance I’ll like your film.
Reconstructed cut
The world of Touch of Evil exists on the fringes of two countries and reality itself. Welles as a director, is operating soul-deep in surrealist noir stylings, endless shadows flowing over people creeping behind pillars and doors and those listening through thin walls. The core of most noir recognizes the totalitarian power police wield upon society and that one "bad cop" corrupts the entire institution. This corruption is represented through the perpetually drunk and gluttonous Hank Quinlan, portrayed…
James Acaster… sweetie… what did James Corden do to you to rope you into this entirely meritless festering pile of shit ??
If your travel ad isn’t critiquing capitalist classism and questioning the nature of humanity then I don’t want it.
