having to come to terms with the realisation that your da is just a man is one thing, but growing up and seeing all the ways you've been just like him all along hits really hard.
or so i've heard.
this movie occupies such a specific place in my mind and memory, and i'm currently deep in a weird post-covid brain fog so allow me to take you on a little journey. back when it first came out, my brother had read about it in empire magazine and was really excited to see it, convinced it was going to be amazing, and so we went to see it as a family for his 18th birthday. even back then, before iโฆ
i'm so glad to see that disney finally found a use for the huge box of spare x-men 3 storm wigs that they inherited when they bought fox.
hoo-ah i guess?
i don't know what to say really - it's a very technically impressive movie but the idea that this is anti-war feels like such nonsense to me. it's happy to show the american soldiers (who i could barely tell apart despite recognising most of the pretty stacked cast) as courageous, brave, stoic warriors for peace and virtue (?!), willing to do all of the killing necessary to rescue their brothers in arms from a swelling mass of nameless somali soldiers.
i just really struggle to get invested in war movie narratives when they're presented like this (see also: 1917, dunkirk).