appropriately grimy and bloody, i suppose, lemarque's horrors of war rendered in a more gruesome fashion than ever before. but i think this adaptation really misses the heart of the book. in cutting the scene when paul visits home and is treated as a heroic figurehead for the homefront propaganda, you lose what the book is really trying to say. it's more than just "war is hell," it's about how these kids were lied to, sold a nationalist myth of…
wish i liked this more! b. cronenberg is clearly imaginative as a storyteller and i liked the premise here, of a poor island nation which allows rich people to terrorize it as long as they can pay to make clones to be executed in their place. there are some neat satirical or thought-provoking directions to take that idea but i found this film takes the less-interesting turn at every fork. there ends up being surprisingly little to chew on despite…
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idiots will call this a staggering retelling of the myth of prometheus through the eyes of the american laborer, the fire of the gods becoming success under capitalism, an unattainable fiction that drives men to maddened violence in their pursuit
geniuses will understand that this is a movie about getting drunk and almost kissing ur homie and then getting even drunker and tenderly holding each other as you drift off to sleep
probably the most remarkable thing about this film is that you really never get used to the fact that he looks like that. even in the late moments of this 137 minute film i was still jolted by occasional cuts to ben platt's puffy, doughy visage, newly horrified by his inland empire-esque facial contortions and body language that has been seen in cinema only once before: in f.w. murnau's expressionist classic nosferatu. his exaggerated hunch, hysterically twitchy hands, and latex-smooth…