In my weeb hyperfixation phase again, please pay me no mind.
A minimalistic, thoroughly therapeutic doomer experience of man-made entropy that dignifies and makes peace with the quiet and emptiness by the way of cherishing every gesture, every sound, every object, every interaction, no matter how insignificant these embers are in an already sealed finality, because that's exactly when they carry the greatest weight. There's just something undeniably, sadly beautiful, serene and life-affirming about the juxtaposition of the routine of blue-collar existence and the stoic acceptance and spirit of the survivors with the ruined landscape and vacant cities the film goes through. It ain't over, 'til it's over after all, huh?
Yesterday, I watched Sion Sono's Love and Peace, a cute Christmas kaiju movie about the way capital commodifies and neuters symbols, history and meaning in art and how they then use said art and empty rhetoric to strenghten and entrench their positions and manage any sort of radical or critical reflection in popular culture.
Today, I watched The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.
...yeah, funny how things line up sometimes.
Even after we got Snyder's superheroics at their most indulgent and grandiose, I think this movie is still the most comprehensive confluence of all his interests in the genre. Modern mythology, contemporary politics through the lens of genre fiction, stark iconography and fascination with pop culture, testosterone action, gods and monsters, gritty breakdown of pulp entertainment, while fully revelling in all the perks and excesses of its heightened reality, it's all there and unlike Watchmen, it is not beholden to…
Is this the comfiest movie to begin with a husband murdering his wife in geysers of blood? What follows is a mellow study of salvation, guilt, maladjustment and the possibility of second chances set in quiet countryside. The film tackles some heavy subjects regarding social pressures against stigmatized individuals, what constitues true remorse and rehabilitation, emotional distance, lapses and the consequences thereof. It treads them carefully, lightly, going into some dark places, before evolving into an almost saccharine, grotesque finale.…