From out of the past, where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song.
Wrong again! Who knew I'd walk away from this series rewatch thinking it got (very marginally) better every entry; I certainly never would have.
The series' propensity for creative, exhilarating action beats finds yet more new life here -- horseback riding through New York, all the dog action in Casablanca, basically every kill during the motorcycle swordfight, the juggling act of keeping the armored goons at bay -- as Stahelski and his technical crew keep pushing the visual presentation forward.…
Do you fear damnation, John?
Well, this kicked my butt pretty nice. First blush of this left me pretty disappointed, but I think starting to feel that way early blinded me to its several profound charms. Indeed, this is better than the first in pretty much every way, other than lacking the powerful root emotional core to some degree. The action sequences are far more ingeniously conceived and visually accomplished, for one. There are obvious standouts, such as the mirror…
Does my voice sound familiar to you?
A raw weaponization of the fundamental unknowability of other people, paraded through actors, paid company, unfamiliar faces, untrustworthy recounts, ultimately back to who has always been the show’s central question mark. After all, how could they be understood when we so struggle to even approach understanding ourselves, our true motives, our true feelings, our true needs. If people are to us what we need them to be and what small glimpses we can…