Ready Player One

Ready Player One

Full on Hell. The worst "I'M A GOOD GUY!" protagonist who gets handed reward after reward for just being the best nerd who un-ironically calls people "noobs". A representation of Asian people that comes out of World War 2 . A charismatic female lead both self-conscious about a dumb birthmark that doesn't make her ugly and a leader of a rebellion who is sidelined because she has to fall in love with the dork because that's the thing you're selling to mouth-breathers with Pepe avatars. And even if that's not Spielberg's intent the film being lukewarm or moderate to this very shallow and uncritical view of corporate entities that built his house and mowed his lawn just feeds something so oppressive and ultimately against art as a process and purpose.

Mark Rylance's character isn't an artist. To just consume everything without a critical thought or seeing a subtext to it is ultimately so dangerous and backwards. People claim to see movies here but you're never actually exposed to how they see them. It just feels like currency or a t-shirt. Worn or itemized instead of seen. Memorized so you can feel better and win culture even though none of it makes you the little bit special. And for Spielberg to just enable that narrative is so shitty but I guess that might be the power of movies these imagineers keep talking about. As long as the check clears.

Anyway thanks for supporting my letterboxd.

Not better than Manhunter. The bottom.