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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Oof, this is filled with twists, but it’s actually very conventional. It has themes, but they do not really gel with the movie itself until the last 30 minutes or so.
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Now this is even more silly, if that could be possible. Less politically charged, absolutely ridiculous with a sci-fi vibe this time. Lady Gaga kills it as the Mission: Impossible assassin with perfect latex masks.
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That intro is straight out of Hot Shots, and so is the first plane ride. Played completely straight, this is absolutely ridiculous, it’s basically a remake.
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I mean, it’s no Marighella. It’s a tragedy, but they live in Leblon, just across the street from the beach. It’s completely focused on the wife. How did “the help” survive so long without wages? Where did she went afterwards? A lot of glossed over things.
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They go full circle, there’s a blatant Cutthroat Island meets Fast Five ripoff in the bank heist. The cold open includes two openings in fact, the new lore and the nostalgia factor. For fuck’s sake, there’s also some deepfake Johnny Depp as teenager.
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Mermaids, Blackbeard, and shit, but also some historical empires struggling for conquering an exotic landmark. The new couple falling in love is Morrigan from the bad King Arthur, and some priest of unknown denomination.
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The NeverEnding Story, oh oh ohhh, never ending story. They have the guts of ending the third one with yet another adventure in the making.
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It’s Davy Jones locker for the lot of ye!
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What the fuck is this, I can’t understand all this acting talent doing jackshit. Some British director bring a fuckton of English people to Canada, teams up with a lot of local talent, to write a crappier Nordic thriller. A much shittier version of Wind River.
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Here we go, this is gonna be a rambling stream-of-conscience review.
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This is a squeaky fucking clean Hollywood film, about as left wing as morally possible in America: the f-word (fascism) is dropped only once in the final monologue.
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One of those Saturday afternoon BBC period pieces, exquisite production values, with a lot of old school accented swearing. Better that Queen Victoria shoving a spiky flower up her twat, that’s for sure.
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This is just a pitiful version of Network, from the audience perspective, there’s no satire here. Up there with Bringing Out the Dead.
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Damn, this thriller has so many twists and turns, it alternates many times between “this sucks” and “this is awesome”. A very fine film for such limited budget and cast.
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That trademark Eggers purple prose and visual portent, with a nearly monochromatic colour scheme. Not as foul and vile in its wickedness as The Lighthouse, but a well rounded effort, even with seemingly the guild forcing some performers that fail to meet the high bar required for this.
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