The monster is here, it always will be. Different shapes different sizes. Incomprehensible. Unstoppable. It’s here to eat, it’s here to toy, it’s here to test. It’s so much more than just a fairytale.
Do we invite the monster? Do we’d accept the inevitable wrath the monster entails and submit to its wrath? Maybe try and curry favor with it and hope to buy more time? Maybe we’re no better than that monster and secretly wish to gain something from…
Nearly three years ago, a quest had begun. Compete the cremaster cycle they said. At the center of the world on fire there was a five pronged testicle saga. Waiting, beckoning, inviting. First there was 4, then there was 1, then there was 5, then there was 2. All that remained was the fifth entry: number 3.
Years passed, the world changed, but the cum remained. Unfinished, incomplete, flaccid. Just 180 minutes, taunting my every waking hour, like Matthew…
As long as they stick the landing this could go on to be one of the greatest film trilogies ever.
Tsui Hark really wanted to make a love story, was asked what genre the film will be and his answer was "yes".
Historians rejoice, we may have many wonders of the world such as the hanging gardens and the collossus of Rhodes; but the goofy goober song is here for us all. Paradise is still reachable.
Sat down to watch this movie with a drink in hand, I don't particularly recommend that.