hey! would you take my virginity?
beginning to think about how much you lose when you confront the audience directly, instead of spiraling around them. at first glance, this is remarkably shallow.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
how can you kneel before the broken, when you're unbreakable?
so much to say and so little space in my immediate brain to recollect it all, so i'll just talk about this one thread i focused in on -- of m night's cameo and spencer treak clark's casting. so much emphasis is placed on the passage of time, on the ellipsis itself, and we can only have so much of it. you see it in a different context to what…
this is the kind of film you see when the genre's era begins to pass, when we're going downhill, the glory fading, but we got it before the popularity, before there was even a pulse. it collapses the superhero identity into a reality that most genrework isn't interested in -- the banality of real people. i thought it was a perfect film the first time around, but my faith wavered, but now this time i'm sure.
real life doesn't fit into little boxes that were drawn for it.