born in a lightning storm and dancing for pennies under an overpass.
Watched via DOC NYC streaming for 100 minutes before learning there were optional subtitles (but I assume the normal presentation is without the select hard subs, which can be infuriating even with a cranked up soundbar).
Imagine the most contrived super villain plot you can about hiring a country to provide drugs and guns, a lair in Africa and nearly a decade of infiltrating a seemingly benign fringe group made up of the unemployed who could broker an international arms…
This reminded me when, as a freshman at NYU, I was randomly at a party when someone was asked what happened to the other half of his jazz two-piece, Stefani, and he broke down sobbing. I'm all in here with Scott's haphazard editing and endorsement of Jared Leto's makeup making him look like Al Pacino's father especially with the hard cut from operatic fashion show to Leto screaming into a car horn.
As a person who grew up mostly in D.C. proper you have no idea how happy I was to see spatially correct location shots (aside from the Landmark Mall, which is in Arlington, VA) even if they cheated and made the Smithsonian's party location be the Swiss-or-Icelandic Embassy.
But you know, monkey's paw and all that such a film had to be this. For a brief moment in the CG final battle I thought we'd almost escape the self-satirical "comic…