rachel: constantly dunking on Bruce Wayne, does not seem to recognize how s*xy he is
me: would never dunk on Bruce Wayne, absolutely 10000% understands how h*t he is
riddle me THIS, batman!!
the nicest thing i can say about this movie is that going into it, my father did not know what “cheugy” meant, and now he does
a proper illustration that good intentions do not always yield good results—sure, you can definitely tell everyone means well by this movie, but that doesn’t stop them from trying so hard they shoot right past the goal and end up a soulless, cliche, and somehow already dated girlboss copy-paste flick
hMmmMm—some conflicted feelings on this one! three years of Shakespeare adaptation classes in high school plus however many more required courses in college have left me satiated on films from Kurosawa, Branagh, Tamor.
does the adaptation explore a different leafy shadow? does it reimagine something core to reveal a new light? is it full of feeling—signifying something beyond the page, or the imagined stage?
maybe unfair or unrealistic standards for any adaptation, but it’s been done—Ran, for instance, is my…
normalize making movies not boring <3
this is just so… bland. it decides halfway that it doesn’t have enough steam at the carnival, so then it skips a few years and lands in a lifeless Chicago for a tensionless noir slog. there’s almost something camp about how melodramatic and serious it is, but lacks any sense of self-awareness of irony to actually capitalize on it. this might be the worst Blanchett performance i’ve seen too, and i HAVE seen Indiana…