Actually this movie feels like an agenda of hyper feminism that doesn’t actually acknowledge all types of women. The women who want to have babies, the women that actually want to stay home to nurture a family, is as if it were shunned upon to be there. There is no children in Barbieland, there is a vague-sense of motherhood (terribly cheap monologue about motherhood and the image complex). Its all pushing the western ideology that women need to overthrow the…
Nolan could only WISH. So do I. The perfect combination of art and commercial. You can be teleported to another world without losing the human touch. The spectacle doesn’t take away from the blunt honesty of the fragility of life.
“I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.”
“Atormentame. Catalina, Atormentame.” - These line are the premise of how Buñuel portrays love. Its an all consuming love that was never lost, will always be, and will always exist.
Un amor tan feroz que es tóxico. The love is so passionate it turns from sweet to bitter. Manipulating those around to obtain that object we all desire, love. But is it love, or is it just lust? One represents a toxic all consuming love, and the other a lustful toxic…