you can’t spell sophistication without several letters from my name | 18
please bear with me as i set aside my quippy one-liner persona here for a moment because this is something i actually have some semblance of expertise on.
macbeth is a flawed text.
before you start accusing me of treason, it also happens to be my favorite of the bard’s tragedies. in fact, i’m about as close to a macbeth scholar as a seventeen year old can get. i’ve read it three times, seen it live three times, and…
hard to feel anything but unadulterated disdain—MUCH less care or interest—for this man after watching him commit atrocity after atrocity, including (but certainly not limited to) two violent rapes. sir your name is NOODLES you and your buddy egg salad sandwich can sit the hell down.
even in general, the film never says or does anything interesting enough to justify the agonizingly long runtime. every single woman and girl exists to either get ogled or raped—sometimes both. i wish i…
call me the world's biggest edgar wright apologist. so sick of the classic critic line "(x director) does so many awesome long takes/fancy directorial choices without it being flashy." to hell with that. i love flashy! you can be as show-offy as you want if you've earned it.
yeah yeah, it plays the flat, endlessly devoted love interest trope totally straight... but honestly, i respect that wright has the guts to just go with it instead of pretending…
AFTER MUCH CAREFUL CONSIDERATION... below is my PhD dissertation on why this version is far, *far* superior to the '95 version (no matter what people try to tell you) in the form of an extremely exhaustive itemized list
DIRECTING. i'm opening with this because this is perhaps the biggest quality discrepancy. this is a carefully, wonderfully, immaculately directed film, whereas for the '95 i couldn't parse out any kind of artistic vision beyond making Pride And Prejudice The Book Except…