I wish for,
Under my own,
Caught in dreams,
Blunt forced articulation of memeory’s dissociative functions. Nothing romantic, nothing nostalgic — just churning what was once into a representation of what is now: a clinical neuroscience manifest as material process. And then there’s its performance, its present participle stuck now forever on film and its digital reproductions.
Neither caked in guilt, nor ruminating in reflexivity, Gray’s careful assessment of familial melodrama is our stage upon which the slow decay of liberalism and an engendering towards total assimilation make their stake. A very fluent ashkenazi tale of cultural disintegration in the face of a new economic order, and how so much aspiration leads to an abstracted history. The conflux of these is indeed an Armageddon, certainly one of the self if not also one of a people as…
It’s rare to see a postmodernist perspective on the superhero film culture, a culture so deeply rooted in the traditions of a mindset rooted in escapism - a response to a world in the midsts of pre-nuclear wars. Comic book films have been so pre-occupied with capturing the essence of thematics contained within the source material that, while a substantial amount of the particulars are certainly relevant, there has been no attempt to transform our perceptions of such historically grandiose…