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Weightless vile conservative dreck. John Woo goes on an aesthetic diet and indulges in a Hollywood parody of his own stylistic trademarks. His direction has stagnated, allowing itself to be overtaken by all of the worst recent trends in American action cinema. And his melodrama, which always struggled to find a place within an American context, ends up reinforcing the most reactionary suburban kitsch, as shallow and appalling as a cheap Hallmark card. Not that Woo's work hasn’t romanticized the…
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The genocide of an indigenous population not as simple acts of petty racism but an entire system of economic, cultural and biological warfare, where the perpetrators show a perverse respect for your people, selling your demise through two-faced grins. The stench of death haunts every second of this film and never subsides. The greatest film director cameo ever, an authorial insertion that painfully understands the failings of its own storytelling, a web of corporate and political influences running cover for…