Letterboxd — Your life in film

Maybe in another life.

Sad to see the remnants of what might have been a fun and somewhat creative franchise entry torn to shreds for the sake of checking off every box on its list of “requirements”. At this point it’s kind like an elongated scavenger hunt for references and threads from previous entries of varying mediums. It’s all so tame.
Very lame.

M.I.L.M

Second feature In my journey to watch every movie Mortician has sampled across their entire discography. Certified hood classic, nothing more needs to be said that hasn’t already.

Absolute dogshit. Needs more vocal fry. Can’t wait to watch this again. I think I like this more than I should based on the feeling that this is something I would make if I had the opportunity or the friends. Brb going to go read some more Christopher Lasch.
The biggest jump scare was Anna’s goofy ass mullet. See you all in hell lovelies <3.

If Anna and Dasha were men this would be the movie they’d name drop in every few episodes or so. Still baller and unabashed.

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Decided to start working my way down the list of every movie Mortician has sampled across their discography and where better to start than a classic I’ve been sleeping on.
That opening goes hard, surprise to no one but I ended up becoming completely engrossed throughout the runtime. 

can’t unhear that sweet buzzing guitar tone and drum machine.

Bored at work.

Ballin. Spat at the white bronco line. There’s no such thing as being too old for this.

I’m home sick with tonsillitis  and no other movie makes me feel like I’m 12 again quite like this. Big monsters and bigger boys. Damned if this isn’t the raddest movie on the block. I’m still amazed by how no matter where you’re sitting or what you’re watching it on you can feel the sheer scale of every punch being thrown and whatnot.

Watched again on a whim, wild coincidence Russia did the thing. Speaking of which a lot of those cyclists are in fantastic shape and I yearn to be that fit. What a fantastic expose.

Fantastic The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928) reference. A god despairs at yet loves it’s own creation. Nice to see themes of gender explored in a non sexualized away apart from that one moment that makes clickbait headlines. Pretty straight forward martyr story but damn it rocks hard.

Death is a more appetizing alternative to watching this. So far embedded into the middle ground that I fell asleep and woke up and there was still an hour left. And this was a sequel?