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Hollywood guide to the Middle Ages : - peasants : a dirt bath is probably part of their daily routine - young noblewomen : just a few coats of foundation, eyeliner and lip gloss (add an aesthetic streak of dirt and strategic tear in clothes if she is a damsel in distress)
Saw Suicide Squad and liked it. Yep, it had its flaws, but still fun to watch… could have been a bit longer, and things could have been shuffled around a bit, but on the whole I really enjoyed it (no thanks to the people doing live commentary and singing along to the music).
This was the first time I realized I had an aesthetic, before I knew what the word meant.
Beautiful, brightly-colored futures no matter how dystopian the government. Art and culture and music and fashion and joy as a sub plot, with aliens that are eight flavors of weird but recognizably human, with the same kind of love and dedication and all new kinds of beauty to discover.
Technology that is both breathtakingly futuristic and endlessly recognizable, that fails in a recognizable way. Bureaucracy without Kafka.
Angry action heroes who claim to have no fucks and no skills, secretly filled with care and kindness and ambition and cleverness and talent, who break out of their stock-still inertia to help a beautiful stranger save the world.
A gorgeous woman, surprisingly less sexualized than you’d think for all the nudity, smarter and kinder and faster and gentler and better than everyone else in the movie.
The pinnacle of masculinity being a fast-talking black man who covers himself in elaborate hairstyles and beautiful flowers and extreme outfits, clearly cultured and an unquestionable good-guy despite all the queer coding, someone who loves his job and dedicates himself to it entirely, who has friends and who doesn’t put on a fake persona on the air.
The funny bits are funny, not gallows humor but delightful giggly silly funny and quotable, endlessly, in contexts that are not at all grim. And the dramatic bits are glorious. And the good guys win.
This is why I loved Jupiter Ascending. This is why I adore Pacific Rim. This is why I stan for comic books that’ve forgotten about Watchmen. This is the definition of formatlive, y’all. If you don’t understand this movie, you don’t understand me.
Filmed piecemeal over four years and across at least twenty countries, funded in great part (millions of dollars great) by the director himself, The Fall is perhaps the definition of a passion project. It’s unwieldy, strange, jumbled, and, despite its epic scale, intensely personal, so if you can’t get on its wavelength it must seem mighty insufferable. But if you’re ready for it, if you can find yourself inside the film, its story is not only a powerful and moving depiction of how storytelling, and in particular, filmmaking, can save a person’s life, but a grand vision of how the world is, and how it should be. Visually spectacular (not a single landscape computer generated, so says Singh), it plays to Singh’s strength in imagery, letting it overtake the storytelling when words become too small to say what he needs them to say. In the end, its these images that express the goal that Singh was aiming for; to make the personal a dialogue, to invite the audience into something that can become their’s as well. When Catinca Untaru, playing a little girl enveloped by bed-ridden actor Lee Pace’s story, asks him why he’s killing all the heroes in the fantasy, Pace responds, “It’s my story.” He’s the self-indulgent filmmaker. But then she responds, “It’s my story too,” and we understand. There is no other movie like it.
