Recovering Trash Cinema Addict | he/him
FAVORITES are the last four Really Good™ movies I watched.
A theodicy is a framework for justifying why a benevolent God would allow for evil in the world. In Christianity, the parable of Adam and Eve eating from the Tree of Knowledge is a theodicy — it seeks to explicate the existence of evil through the concept of original sin, an idea representing the inherited, tainted nature of humanity. We are all born sick, there is no cure, but there is…
August was the month of James Bond, 2021 releases, and Federico Fellini — it was only natural that I cap it off with Fellini’s most famous film, the influential, the enigmatic, the dreamy 8½.
8½ is Fellini unleashed. Beginning with La Strada, one gets the impression of a burgeoning filmmaker yearning for freedom beyond the concrete bounds of more realistic works at the time. There’s something in the way the Fool palms the pebble or Zampanò makes a living by killing…
The prologue sequence is a stroke of genius for being the sharpest satire of the Bond series so far. Reducing Austin’s wife, fan favorite Vanessa Kensington, to a literally disposable robot for him to destroy and widow himself by is cruel — Austin’s newfound elation when he realizes he can forsake monogamy is the strong bite that elevates it to parody.
So, too, does the title sequence function as a mirror of the Bond corollary, replacing the aesthetic of female…
Denise Richards is enough.
There’s a scene in The World Is Not Enough where James Bond mansplains to Sophie Marceau’s character that she’s suffering Stockholm syndrome as a result of her sexual and physical trauma. She smacks him upside the head, as she should, but of course he’s later proved correct by her double-cross. The line of dialogue really only exists for the benefit of the audience understanding Elektra’s motivations, as he’s not shamed into retracting his doubts about her…
Way more competent and breezy than David Ayer’s botched film from half a decade(!) ago, Gunn’s reimagining is more or less what’d you’d expect from the writer/director’s previous efforts; he really sticks the landing, though, so cheers.
Also, I was basically the only one in the theater laughing at Polka-Dot Man seeing his estranged mother’s face in everyone he knew, which leads me to believe I was immersed within the “daddy issues” crowd. Not a good place to be.