The value of this film’s informative nature can only go so far when its dramatic pacing is so monotonous.
Here’s another film that got my approval during my early adulthood in spite of the sour taste it left in my mouth. Rewatching it now provides clarity that Zwigoff’s smug cynicism is about as unearned as his young characters. His techniques are staged and boring and his state-of-culture slights are so on-the-nose when they aren’t painfully out-of-touch.
Has stuck with me many hours after seeing it. Like "Get Out," the twists and turns in store when watching the film are absurd but tap directly into the most paranoid part of your brain. I'm unsure if this movie's exposition does it any favors aside from more box-office potential (people prefer corny explanations over no explanations) and I could have done without Winston Duke's comic relief lines during some of the biggest scared shitless moments because he and the rest of the cast do otherwise phenomenal work in this wonderfully directed, freaky film.
Abrams returns with his sensational knack for atmosphere and imagery almost ruined by a fast-paced story that relies on last-minute contrivances rather than working within the limitations of what has been established. This movie doubles down on superficial fantasy lore like a middle finger to the well-intentioned deconstruction of "The Last Jedi" and chooses to speed-up when it ought to be slowing down.
Still, it seems to put all basic Star Wars necessities on display -and if I were a…