Unlike, say...Suffragette, it's possible to make a great film about militant rhetoric on the feminist cause. Or at least deliver a case of preachy anger with plentiful depth. The context: ten years have passed since the War of Liberation in a future that's run by democratic socialists. In theory, that might sound utopian, but Borden does a potent switcheroo by revealing a phony coup. Unemployment is lessened by the U.S. government, sure, yet it coerces an intrinsic sexism (e.g. men…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Part One — Rustic Mushroom Tart
Right from the sublime opening dissolve (in which a fixed shot of the dark river is followed by Rob washing the pig's saucepan) did it seem that Sarnoski might be a born filmmaker. As are the ethereal images of a grizzled hermit who peacefully wanders through the Oregon woods. (This year's Digger bares a striking similarity.) Vulgarian wealth comes in the form of Amir's behaviour to collect the truffles as Rob's pig is stolen…
Most folks would recall John Hughes' coming-of-age misfits, the raunchier shtick in Porky's, or those hangout vibes in Fast Times. On a more pungent note, there stood a revengeful, satirically anti-suicide black comedy which subverted American teen society with its cynical eyes. This movie is hilariously nasty, ahead of its time and still relevant. And no doubt, I get a sadistic smirk as liquid drainer is misled to be a hangover cure! That's my kind of twisted humour.
Mark Wahlberg: Get off my property! You need a warrant!
Federal Agent: MY FACE... IS MY WARRANT.
Not sure if you filmed enough low-angle shots of buff bodies, Bay.
Sound and fury signifies fuck all once again.
Literally 50 minutes of third-act city destruction in Beijing.
Corporation-y, government something something, serious talk from non-entity people.
Sunsets, explosions and leggy women.
More of the same except this time I somehow had to switch off buttons I never knew existed.