not enough Chewbacca. apart from that and a few other things, gets more entertaining and emotional every time. will never love it on the same level that many of my peers do, but it's an engrossing and beautifully directed film that does more than I gave it credit for back when it came out. still though, you couldn't have devoted the resources to the pretty bad Canto Bight chase to giving me more space Chewbacca? the disrespect from Rian Johnson to the space bear is deplorable.
if he’d worn a Scottish football shirt instead of an Argentinian one, maybe he would have had a better night. not quite on the level of Black Coal Thin Ice’s melancholy and deconstruction of class resentment, but one of the most slick, aesthetically gorgeous and quietly empathetic genre films I’ve seen in a while. appreciate how there’s no romance or any major moments of grandiosity between the two leads, just the silent acknowledgment that there’s meaning between them before it…
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ah yes this movie about privileged rich kids dealing with their meaningless shallow problems like the lingering trauma of childhhood sexual abuse, dealing with grief over your best friend's suicide, being openly gay and receiving brutal homophobia and dismissal from the man you love, being cheated on and abandoned in relationships and dealing with depression and crippling social anxieties by making connections and bonding with people, to find some form of solace and beauty in a world filled with such…
Hamilton is a play without characters. it exists as the laziest form of writing, every song exists as a statement, a declaration of what the character represents and what ideology you’re supposed to buy into without question. Alexander Hamilton as written and performed by Lin Manuel Miranda is the personification of all that’s good in this world, a significant display of narcissism that is impossible to separate from his personal faux neo-liberalism in reality. Hamilton is the coolest of all…