Ephemera of Vision
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.
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As unabashedly leftist as Triangle of Sadness, but more hilarious. I see that all these stem from Parasite, that critique of high class using all the Voss water bottles and shit. This is more allegorical, there’s at least one kind of bad people burning in end.
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Cassandra Webb, crikey. She even goes blind in the end, can it be even more on the nose?
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That’s some esoteric shit. If this is an autobiography of the Coen brothers, were they the perma-high kid who goes through the motions at the bar mitzvah?
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Geddit, Tinker Taylor Soldier Spy? “Sandra Panza” is also a Don Quixote reference, like most images on the screen.
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I’m Batman! This is particularly lighthearted and funny, compared to the rest of the series, it retains just a little bit of the camp nature of previous adaptations.
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Fucking J Edgar, he’s always there in the background somewhere, scheming, always on the wrong side of history. Fred Hampton was a party leader at 21 years old, fucking hell.
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The opening shot is a perfect trailer, a deluge of words, a wall of voice, a barrage of dribble. This is like a centrist Robert Redford film, but instead of focusing on a little guy, it’s some rich and privileged white chick fighting the IRS to keep some blood money.
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AI is absolute dogshit. Eat your heart out, Spielberg and Kubrick, fucking amateurs.
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Truly a live action cartoon, not like the modern Disney lice action adaptations. And some of those old school cartoons, Richard Fleischer and the Tex Avery, adult animations.
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Such talented and vast cast filming a middle of the road script. It’s a higher brow version of Charlie Countryman, the cast prevents it from reaching such lows.
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Imagine that, a 9 billion dollar company pulling extremely dirty tricks to get the mineral rights off some poor farmer dudes. They send some useful idiot dude, just promoted to VP to make him feel self-important too.
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The frenchiest of French films, it’s almost a cliché. Putain, soft cocks, you name it.
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Os Maias meets Rashomon, with an heavy dose of Lolita. The ingénue was the mastermind all along!
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I can’t believe a CGI dog is really the main character in a 90 minute feature film. The killer dog that murders a greedy rich prospector in the big climax, just chucks him into a burning log cabin. That’s wild all right.
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Christ, common Crichton crap. It’s like Andromeda Strain meets Prometheus, mixed with Solaris. The finale is utterly pointless, there is literally a reset and all arcs are undone.
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