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i forgot how much of will ferrell’s comedy is dependent on whether or not you find his yelling unbearably grating..
the ballsack-on-the-drumset bit was awesome though
the thing about making this version of batman a pistol-wielding sociopath who abandoned his altruistic ideals after being bludgeoned by tragedy and trauma is that everyone else will seem less compelling in relation
not the first auteurist sequel/reboot to contemptuously interrogate the legacy of its predecessors (re: The Return, You Can [Not] Redo), but certainly the first of its magnitude. more than the red pill, the self-liberation of thought or simulated fantasia, The Matrix is about neo and trinity. a yearning so strong it can power the entire world—a love strong enough to liberate it, too. lana so patently articulates the anguish felt by an artist when their work is misappropriated by the…
so often are these movies estimated by their “accuracy” to the source material instead of the merit of its formalism; it’s how we get colorless romps like The Avengers and its eventual cousin Civil War, catalyzing feige’s eureka that it was possible to do away with stylization so long as captain america’s mask had the wings on it. to prove i’m not singling out the MCU for the sake of picking low-hanging fruit, i’ve long believed that nolan’s batman trilogy is…