I couldn't stop thinking about his face. Immediately, the illusion was null. Impossible to recover from that. Nay, the songs did not help whatsoever. Eventually I disassociated from the disaster happening in front of me, one that I fully was aware was coming right for me ahead of time, and I stopped thinking about his face, or the movie period; the sativa high allowing me to wander off into many unrelated thoughts, all far more pleasant than sharing the same…
Travis Knight does the impossible and gives a beaten down, cynically driven franchise helmed by a toxic auteur for a decade a Spielbergian makeover which bleeds good vibes and joyous optimism. Lots of surprising virtuoso directing and boisterous creativity here in the same vein as Kubo, this is gonna be *huge*.