I’m divorced. That has nothing to do with 2001: A Space Odyssey, but there is a little anecdote that connects the two.
2001 is my favorite film. I discovered it in the right summer of my life and it’s stuck with me ever since. I know it’s hyperbolic, but I feel the same way about this film as some feel towards their religion of choice. It’s my scripture. It’s density is a feature. It’s opaqueness is why I find it…
Holy fucking shit.
This movie inspired me. I will now be buying Powerball tickets every week so if I hit the jackpot I can personally fund more Matrix movies.
Didn’t think it could be this good. I was a fucking FOOL.
What a bright spot in a (personally) shit year.
I’m in awe. I smiled the entire time. Pure magic. Fucking bonkers. Incredible. A truly amazing experience.
Fuck.
My biggest thought is that this suffered from having to constantly mention the MCU. Would’ve been more exciting if it was just a standalone thing, but instead you have to hear people talk about Thanos and Dr. Strange and Thor and yadda yadda yadda, and then in the required post credit scenes it throws a few more newcomers at you for “fun”.
I hated the trailer for this movie so much that I skipped it in theaters, and while Disney…
For some reason I think Tom’s best moment of physical acting on screen is the bit where he’s walking down the street and violently claps his hands together.
Ladies and Gentlemen, entering the ring with 4 Best Director nominations and zero wins, the man who gave you nightmares with Alien, who gave you “the Blade Runner aesthetic”, who gave you the rare double Lead Actress Oscar noms for Thelma and Louise, the man who asked “are you not entertained”, the bringer of superior Director’s cuts, the cranky Englishman who hates the upper-crust, standing at a staggering five-foot-nine, at 83 years young and still going strong, the County Durham…
