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How Green Was My Valley but for the moneyed class of the Old World that was scorched off the surface of the Earth by WWI. Ford clearly could not care less about the silent suffering of the aristocrats who brought about their own ruin compared to the rich depths he mined throughout his career watching the same decline in working-class and outcast communities. Compare it to the brutal war drama of The Lost Patrol and the biting postbellum satire of…
The great tragedy of Kevin Feige is that, beyond raking in a mountain of cash as the head of Marvel Studios, he truly wants to be seen as an impresario of artists. The recent dust-up caused by Martin Scorsese staring holes through Disney's stunt-casting of noteworthy emerging filmmakers to lend clout to a method of filmmaking dictated by studio notes and franchise bible supervisors punctured this self-delusion and prompted a wave of pathetic self-defensiveness in which the CEO was called…
As Tarantino understood, King Kong can be read as a metaphor for the Black experience in America, of white civilization’s simultaneous fascination with, fear and exploitation of Africa and its natural and human resources. Dear Evan Hansen suggests that it can also be read simply as an allegory for what happens when a star Broadway attraction is unleashed upon the general public who can only react with revulsion and terror.
You’ve already heard (and probably made) all of the jokes…