yeah the film’s really racist

I think it’s technically dazzling (from what I remember) - symphonic - one seamless ream of art. Reminded me that they were actually capable of making great films in the right conditions. Really hope they hit on the perfect elements soon and redeem themselves fully.

Wat

This coke tastes like Pepsi

I don’t remember there being any pauses whatsoever in the film, which made it seem continuous, or polymorphous, like the movements in a symphony. It flowed very well, which is pretty amazing for something that’s so disparate, and also three hours long. The Wachowskis are good directors, but they hold themselves back. Can’t say I know what it would take to make them produce another Bound or Matrix though - maybe they never will.

Ok but it’s still super racist and stupid

Don’t really remember much of what was in it! Guess I was just thinking of technically…ain’t gonna watch it again to find out!

Just watched “now you see me” on Netflix.

Actually quite angry right now.

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It’s so shite

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loved the book when i read it while in uni. havnt seen the film either, but i thought when it was announced that as much as i liked the idea of a small cast doing multiple roles, dressing white actors up as indigenous maori-style tribespeople seemed like a pretty dumb idea

I think I’m gonna be roped into watching those films at some point. 4 hours of my life lost forever…

Don’t bother, I’ll summarise it for you:
Smug shite

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I’ve seen the card scene on Facebook from the second one. CGI bollocks

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This is a spoiler but it’s so fucking stupid and offensive I recommend you read it and put yourself out of your misery.


Beaten down cop, Mark ruffalo, is actually the brains behind the whole thing.

Don’t watch it.

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So much this

I would go for ludicrously stupid cop, but otherwise spot on.

Just realised I’ve had Cloud Atlas and The Fault In Our Stars confused, and wondered why you were all talking about tribes and whatnot. Not seen/read either.

Paris, Texas, by an absolute street.

It transcends your petty cinema. It’s the motherfucking Iliad! Expressed as a visual tone poem!

“You speak of dying for love? YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT DYING! AND YOU KNOW KNOTHING ABOUT LOVE!”

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I think you may be conflating the classic work by Homer with the appallingly bad blockbuster film by Wolfgang Petersen. They’re only tenuously linked.