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Halloween (I) (2018)
3/10
Garbage copy-pasta
23 October 2018
Warning: Spoilers
When you have to stoop to sending shrinks into an insane asylum where a notorious and mythically powerful serial killer is held (how the heck did they even capture Mikey?), and where they are then permitted to proceed to taunt (wut?!) the seemingly theretofore docile lunatic, using the one and only piece of paraphernalia that could possibly stoke his return to his murderous ways; and when you then have to facilitate this inane pretext with one of the most clichéd filmic tropes -- the 'prisoner transport bus crash escape' trope -- something so hackneyed and predictable that, due to redundancy (?), actually outright omitted from the film (no, really -- they literally skipped the entire scene alluded to -- implying only the crash aftermath), you know you've scrapped the bottom of the barrel of ideas clear and are fresh out of any and all creativity.

This Halloween reboot (...?) is abject garbage and pays homage to the once venerated horror franchise in nothing more than the obligatory presence of the iconic antagonist and his signature head wear. The film, as of writing, garnering a 7.5(/10) IMDb aggregate user rating, is a testament to the power of film industry review flooding and / or lowbrow shilling, as well as an indictment on human intelligence. Make no mistake: this film is bad... really, really bad.
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7/10
Well shot. Well edited. Poignant... But probable propaganda.
28 August 2018
Warning: Spoilers
Firstly, the film itself is very good -- in terms of its technical aspects. It's shot well (including the dreaded, but sparingly used 'shaky cam' sequences); it's pieced together nicely and has a good, almost too good (*read on) narrative flow for a documentary film that is shot in the midst of a war; and it also sports a musical score that's well apropos to the subject matter--in its haunting, dirge-like refrain.

The film follows a Serbian sniper serving for the break-away Donestk separatist group (a.k.a. Russian proxies), against the Ukrainian government forces (a.k.a., U.S. proxies), charting his travails over the course of an undefined time period (three years is alluded to, but the film footage does not seem to span anywhere near that long), during the recent hostilities in the pertaining region. It takes a snap shot of the man's life and ruminations in his role as marksman, while on and off the battlefield -- culminating in a somewhat ambiguous conclusion (as to his retirement... or not).

However, it should be noted that the film is very likely a Parvda-esque propaganda piece, wholly promoting the separatist side of the ledger in this conflict. I make mention of this because (i) it's rather obvious in the film itself, and (ii) because this fact seems to have resulted in the film receiving unduly low IMDb user ratings -- which, on merit and politics aside, the film does not deserve.

The key points of contention, and which rather give the game away, relate to the obvious bias of the central figure of the film -- regarding his political leanings, his interpretation of the war he's depicted as being embroiled in (as well as the Bosnian War of the mid-90's, that he alludes to incentivising his involvement here), and the overly mawkish way in which the guy is presented (...as well as one, suspiciously set-piece-looking situation he finds himself in).

As an example of the initial point, the man squarely blames the U.S. (lit. capitalism) for the Bosnian War -- seemingly oblivious to the fact that the Serbs butchered thousands of Albanian Moslems during their campaign of ethnic cleansing; as well as in-ironically trumpeting the great social equality of Communist Yugoslavia. (NB: I'm of Hungarian ancestry, with parents who helm from an erstwhile part of Hungary now in Serbian territory -- and I've been well apprised of how 'great' communism was, let me assure you... Hungarians were the first to rise against it, and three years in the Russian gulag for the egregious 'crime' of owning a farm, for my grandfather, is testament to the Soviet brand of 'egalitarianism'!)

In the case of the latter, a few of the scenes felt contrived -- in particular: the sniper apparently getting shot, but the body cam(?) he was wearing up until that point (and again thereafter) seemingly, inexplicably and irreconcilably M.I.A. at the time of said incident; and the subsequent medal award ceremony also felt ad hoc and just tad too neat a bow to be tied around a documentary film -- i.e., it felt scripted and smacked of a Russian film school graduate pandering to U.S. viewer 'neat and tidy ending' sentiments.

Though, it should be noted that the film, as broached, is well-made and, as such, may well have its intended effect on some of the more suggestible and less world weary Russian state television reared alumni. Of course, the opposite could be said for jingoistic, pro Western viewers, who will (and do) just rate the film down for not aligning with the particular narrative that they've been inculcated with... And around the confirmation / association bias carousel goes -- where it stops, only Hell knows.

Having said all that, I myself did not expect to see an objective account of the conflict in question; given the caveat proffered by the contentious user reviews associated with this film. As such, the sometimes blatant propaganda did not taint my assessment of this piece on its merits as an example of good film-making. I do recommend it -- it's engaging and a different perspective than what we're used to over in the West. But only with the proviso that those who do watch it, do not do so with the explicit intention to be politically enlightened, as to the pertaining situation; much less, the Age old capitalism vs. communism debate. The former quandary being far too raw a wound to be properly assessed with an objective eye yet; with the latter requiring much more of a 'War and Peace' approach to even attempt to decipher, not just Parthian snipes from a distance. 7/10
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Beirut (2018)
7/10
Ignore the Zionist shills and their 1/10's -- Beirut is decent terrosit/hostrage drama
17 July 2018
Due to this film not (repeat: NOT) obligatorily portraying Israel as some helpless sheep stuck in a sea of blood-thirsty Moslem wolves -- rather, as the arguable antagonist to Middle East ruckus (indeed, a view that anyone who has taken it upon themselves to learn a modicum unvetted history, would attest to) -- many aspiring and / or employed JIDF online propaganda trolls have infested the IMDb reviews section of this film, in order to try to down-vote it into oblivion. To be fair, I'm frankly surprised a film that paints the Israelis in such a, at best, dubious light -- as well as the Americans as being the unwitting (read: witless) peace-keepers, stuck between the former faction, its colonised foe(s) and their regional, hegemonic bent -- was given the green light (seeing as how pro-Israel Hollywood has infamously been... for obvious reasons).

That being said, and politics aside, this film, albeit somewhat formulaic in narrative, is well-acted, well shot and has good pacing for its 100-plus-minute run-time. It stars Paul Hamm, who gives a polished performance. and the forever reliable Rosamund Pike -- a cast pairing that, alone, warrants this film's viewing. Beirut does not do anything particularly new, nor engender anything that stands out from the herd of 'Middle East malaise' themed -- that is, and as broached, aside from its depiction of the Israeli side, as it relates to the trilateral dispute that the film's subtext centres on.

As such, and irrespective of its by-the-numbers approach, the film still feels refreshing -- in it breaking the 'hasbara' mould that has become all too commonplace in films dealing with this eristic subject matter. Beirut's undertones create a glimmer of hope for the mainstream worm to yet turn and, perhaps, sometime in the distant future, for the world to approach the, what has long become a veritable meme of "peace in the Middle East", from a standpoint rooted in reality; nay emotion, fake / vetted news and propaganda.
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Mostly Sunny (2016)
7/10
F@#$ the Pain Away
29 January 2018
A relatively interesting, albeit superficial documentary about a middling-to-low intellect woman who makes it big from porn--particularly in the subcontinent. The film details the self-orchestrated rise to stardom (lit. to a lechers' idol) of the Canadian-Indian porn-cum-Bollywood actress, "Sunny Leone".

The central theme of the film is money and her erurience for making as much of it as possible. The capitalist / colonialist influences that imbue her every utterance, are clear to discern (even if she is surely complete unconscious of it): she sells herself -- be it as a proud, on-screen whore, or as something more wholesome -- to the highest bidder, in an effort to realise her dreams of, frankly, being rich. (NB: She makes a point of disabusing the audience of any assumption of her being "poor" in her childhood -- only that she could was not given "everything" she wanted, was all.)

Of course, as is often the case with porn actors, "Sunny" seems to have the same delusion of grandeur: imagining herself as a 'Meryl Streep' locked in a naked vessels of tawdry titillation. Most all of her ilk seemingly (indeed, comically!) suffer from the same pathological obliviousness to what is laughably obvious to everyone else: that their only allure is the erotica they engage in -- an allure lasting not a minute longer than the dopamine intoxication in their voyeurs' brains does! To be fair, however, this is something that is touched on later in the film -- when "Sunny" ruminates on her reception by what she fantasies of as being her (Bollywood) acting peers.

The biggest take-aways from this film for mine were, 1) the reverberative effects of females entering into pornography at a young (teens) age -- regarding their their apparently ubiquitous stunted maturity and intellect; 2), the rather seedy and almost puerile nature of Indian attitudes towards sex, the sex industry and its workers -- especially accentuated, in light of the veritable rape epidemic that the nation has been afflicted by for Shiva knows how long (see: Indian banned BBC doco "India's Daughters", for a deeper insight); 3), the de rigueur exploitation of females in said fields and how women / girls themselves even enable this environment to flourish; and 4), the decadent societies that we exist in (rich or poor), which foster, propagate and perpetuate these sordid industries, and which render them as lucrative as they have become.

NB: A special mention with regards to her introspection relating to "Sunny's" parents, which appears in the latter part of the film -- her child-like admissions of guilt (...?) here, cast an umbral shadow over her story; and therefore must be seen and factored in, in order to provide context for the film (and her story) as a whole.

7.5/10
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Hangman (II) (2017)
3/10
This is not the Pacino you're looking for
13 January 2018
Al ("Alzheimer"?) Pacino is a once-in-a-generation actor who has helmed some of the greatest crime themed films all time. It is therefore sad to see him having to grovel for leftovers in skips behind junk food barns, in line with the Zoolander-like 'Derelict' fashion ensembles he seems to have been under contract to catwalk since circa 2000.

Frankly, I'm not certain why he does it... Perhaps he's bad with money...? Maybe he can't keep 'it' in his pants and, thus, has a queue of "#MeToo" encounters to keep hushed...? Or his cognition could be so far gone that he 'thinks' each performance is on par with his "Vincent Hanna" portrayal...? Dunno. Whatever the case is, it's clear that no one has the heart to tell the old codger to pack up his acting clubs and retire into easy money, actor's training studio appearances.

In much the same way as I no longer watch a film based on its promotional trailer, I'm also about at the point where I'll no longer see something on the strength of the monikers attached to it, either -- be they actor or director. Too much of today's film industry smacks of scamming the viewer with either borderline falsely advertised trailer content, or - as in the the case of Hangman - with big name stars festooned across posters--in order to imbue otherwise straight-to-file-sharing excreta, with some credibility. I actually shocked to understand that this bilge has a cinema run... WTF?!

As for the film specifically: it's a schlock. Some crap about a killer whose M.O. revolves around hackneyed "hangman" games (hence the innovative title). The script is formulaic and amateurishly conceived. The editing is disjointed and slap-dash. The acting efforts spanned cringe-worthy (Pacino) to constipated (Urban). Soundtrack was non-existent. Cinematography was generic enough for the film to be shot on a lot... which may have indeed been the case(?). Overall, there really is nothing here to make Hangman worth watching past its 30 minute mark (which, incidentally, was where my own suspension of temptation to look for IMDb spoilers, broke its moorings).

3/10 -- Dross.
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5/10
An Abstract Cul-de-sac
25 December 2017
As much as I am a devout dervish of films that refrain from spoon-feeding the viewer simpleton gruel - indeed, of nebulous narratives which obfuscate their motives until the denouement - everything has a critical mass... And this breaking-point was reached in 'The killing of a Sacred Deer', at about the two-third mark of its 2-hour-plus running time -- where the sinking feeling that the film was going nowhere, envelopes and summarily drowns the viewer.

The acting in this film, is another aggravation -- compounding in frustration the further it traipses towards its unfulfilling, somewhat predictable finalé. Very stilted exchanges, sometimes bordering on rote reading of lines, and po-faced countenances perambulating through nearly every scene, like apparitions - often in spite of the emotional dynamics being presented - conspire only to irritate, nay entertain the viewer. It is nearly impossible to engage with the characters of a film like this with any other emotional faculty than annoyance and disdain.

The cinematography is neither here nor there in 'Sacred Deer': bland settings (mostly cold hospital settings and arguably even more sanitised, upper-middle to middle class suburban domiciles) do not resonate nor set much of a mood beyond the torpor already imbued via the aforementioned, conspiring facets.

The 'bizarro world' nature of the canvass presented (very little human activity beyond characters directly related to the immediate "story"; an almost post-apocalyptic eeriness in the desolate feel of the few environments depicted), where multiple guns shots do not elicit any response whatsoever - constabulary or otherwise--in an upper-middle class suburb--located in the United States of Armipotence(!)--is rather immersion-breaking; if for nothing else, then the lack of an established universe (is this real-world or Twin Peaks?).

If one is looking for an abstract piece, I recommend Winding Refn, Von Trier or even Malick (*the latter's earlier works, ideally), than this journey into the WTF of unlikable weirdness.
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3/10
Bore: Rubbish Schlock
19 November 2017
These process line, CGI comic book films have become so generic and pointless, in their execution and what they bring to the genre, that it genuinely concerns me that they nevertheless turn over the revenue they clearly do -- given they're continuously churned out (directly implying profitability).

It really goes to the heart of the problem of today's society, when escapism has become so unabashëdly shallow and cookie-cutter in nature, yet still manages to pull in the plebe hordes like the rotting stench of a dead carcass does esurient hyenas.

The summary 10's / "perfect" scores these films are mandatorily slapped across their Down's continuance with, is evidence irrefutable that (i) film industry shilling has reached CCP propaganda division levels of absurdity and (ii) that the collective I.Q. of this species has dropped dramatically in the last decade or so (...our choices in who leads out nations, only further cements thus assertion).

Verdict: B.Y.O. lobotomist's 'brain scoop' / 10 -- Not _AS_ bad as Woeful Woman was... from a certain point of view.
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Mother! (2017)
6/10
Messiness 3:16
4 October 2017
Glossary:

Him = "God"

Mother! = mother nature (not "Mary")

Guest = "Adam" Guest's wife = "Eve"

Youngest brother = "Able"

Oldest brother = "Kane"

The house = Earth

The crystal = the "forbidden fruit"

The shrivelling 'heart' thing = "Gaia" (the Earth's life force)

The unsavoury-looking, basement-like area beneath floorboards = Hell

The miscellaneous unbidden guests = worshippers of "God" / humans (good, bad and zealots)

Eating the infant = the holy sacrament ("body of Christ" etc.)

The film is a metaphorical take on biblical fables, commingled with some not-so-subtle environment / sustainability messaging, as well as pretty blatant dig at the catatonia of the zealous "godtard".

All in all, the idea was sound. However, the third act became so chaotic, that the sheer din of insanity was more migraine-inducing than entertaining. That, and (on a personal note), the lack of a "Serpent" or "Devil" analogy (that I observed), was quiet disappointing for mine. I really wanted some diabolical comeuppance for those gormless, grovelling goyim!

A good idea, just executed a tad too catatonically for its own good.

666/10
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8/10
2016: A Malick Odyssey
3 October 2017
This film does not require much of a description... or, rather, it kind of defies it. However, given the paucity of extant reviews at time of writing, I thought I'd throw in my 2 shekels worth (NB: Nothing worse than few or zero reviews for one to scope out a potential viewing with... and without the ye olde forums to call upon for forewarning, going in blind is very risky nowadays).

'Voyage of Time' is essentially the hypnotic space sequences of Kubrick's 1968 seminal work, combined with 'HD Star Gaze'-type spacescape porn, and a sprinkling of the trademark Malick, meandering copy pasta (*the shtick is now getting to the point of overuse, that it almost feels vacuous... no "flowing curtains" here, though) thrown in for, err... coherence(?).

Do not see this expecting another 'Thin Red Line' or 'Days of Heaven' ― this is seemingly far more of an indulgence for Malick, than anything approaching an opus. The film is good ― do not misconstrue. It's just that it's more a spacescape with some evanescent Blanchett ruminations about "mutter" (?) ― then book-ended with an Australian aboriginal (perhaps inspired by the {vocal} presence of said actress... dunno) take on the '2001' director's famous "chimpanzee / Monolith" scenes ― than a film with a coherent tale underpinning its wistful veneer. There is a narrative one can interpolate here, but it's a 'each to their own' kind of offering.

I feel asleep watching this (twice)... But only because of how dreamy its visuals were; not because it was boring per se.

My God! It's made of 8 stars / 10.
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8/10
The Art of Repugnance
2 August 2017
An essential documentary for those who voted for "Trump" for no other reason than what they heard, saw and digested during the 2016 U.S. presidential election campaign.

This film outlines who usurped "Trump" the gold-plated toilet seat (aside from the Russian mobsters, that is!), in the now affectionately renamed "Shite House". The titular orchestrator of what may prove the final nail in the U.S. hegemonic coffin, Roger "Hatchetman" Stone; the reviled lawyer to New York's slimy underbelly, and "Trump's" surrogate father, Roy "Pitbull" Cohn; the aforementioned Colonel Sanders clone's cohort, Paul "Prozacface" Manafort; the snake oils shonk and lunatic method actor, turned "Trump's" ear to the 'X-Files' grind stone, Alex "Israel Did Nothing Wrong" Jones... A veritable cavalcade of cancerous crony capitalists and Mammon-worshipping, minions of money ― all conspiring to puppeteer the profligate whose stage name is now etched into the History's annuls, as the 45th canard-teller-in-chief of the 'Divided Failed $tate$ of Avarice'.

Of course, this piece mainly concerns Stone himself. However, those others mentioned, are done so for their integral, in-concert role they played in the rise of the broke pseudo billionaire in question, to within 4-minute dummy-spitting distance of initiating world wide, nuclear Armageddon.

For someone who is unfamiliar with this Stone's diabolical handiwork, it can be hard to discern which of his words―if any―are true. As a self-confessed and boastful pathological liar, one must filter every syllable Stone utters, through the proof-checking of those political pundits who have worked afoul of this fundamentally flawed man's fetid miasma for decades; and who serve as narrative links between Stone's unashamëd self-fellatio in this film. Notwithstanding, there is that which is indeed true and which Stone, suffice to say, revels wallowing in and vaunting about ― largely that which he perceives as his successes; such as, all but rigging U.S. politics―from Nixon to "Trump"―by way of misinformation, misdirection and emotional manipulation of the laymen, voting public.

In much the same way as Donald John "Trump" assumes a kind of embodiment of everything ever seen as being wrong or digestible about the United States, Stone is the political marionetteer equivalent of this manifestation. It is not only fitting that Stone ― having pushed for "Trump's" presidential run for so long ― finally helms (at least philosophically and notionally ― as he was officially "fired" as "Trump's" campaign manager) the rapacious roué's accession to the desecrated democracy's dunce stool; but the sequence of events surrounding this man's involvement, smack heavily of fate's interloping. The combination of the worst elements of the corrupted U.S. political system, having conspired with its literal escutcheon of excess, to now preside over the entire nation ― is mostly certainly the wettest of dreams for any budding, moral bottom-feeder of this dastardly troops' ilk.

Love or loathe Stone, one must to give it to the guy ― he sure knows how to play the U.S. political game. One might even argue that he is merely a byproduct of the society he resides, and simply does what he is hard-wired to in order to achieve his bent. This would be a sound argument to make ― to be sure... IF one had no scruples whatsoever!

Although liberals will hate learning of the feculent framework their society is wrought upon, this is a must-see documentary for all tribes, and neutrals alike.
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Blair Witch (2016)
3/10
The Blare Screech Project
29 July 2017
I'll make this short -- in-keeping with the attention spans (and careers) of those who conceived this schlock:

Step 1: Watch the Blair Witch Project (1992)

Step 2: Watch Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2 (2000)

Step 3: Buy high quality, industrial standard ear plugs

Step 4: Watch Blair Witch (2016)

Alternatively, stop after 'Step 1' and use your irreplaceable time on something (ANYTHING) more constructive.

*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH* / 10
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9/10
The Voldermort Effect
28 July 2017
If I recall correctly, I espied the word *****{¹} only one(1), solitary time for the duration of this entire film (NB: It was festooned across a―I believe―"Occupy Wall Street" protester's placard). Besides this one, fleeting instance, I do not believe I saw (much less, heard) the ineffable term in question, uttered or alluded to―from the opening titles to the closing credits of this documentary.

The thing is; if we, as a society, cannot acknowledge and confront the problem, we have little hope of ever curing the source of the disease that ails us. If we are unwilling to localise the cause, we will forever only futilely treat the perpetually reöccurring, ingravescent symptoms... Until we inevitably succumb to our affliction ― once and for all.

Reich's vivisection of the catatonic capitalist crevasse that the West has fallen into, is both a pointed and a mostly veridical assessment of the potentially civilisation-ending cycle of zealous Mammon-worship, and contiguous prosperity, that global inequality has bestowed upon the Occident. Reich unabashëdly fingers those who ― in spite of his own admirable, larger-than-stature efforts; as the U.S.'s Secretary of Labor (et al.) ― have plundered the post-WW2 U.S. economic hegemony, and whose continuing insatiable esurience for 'one shekel more', is ironically condemning (condemnED?) the nation (and beyond) which has fed them their ambrosia―to the fate of those (developing and Third World) who have served as their footstools for $u¢¢e$$.

His plaintive pleas, however, are not without elision and / or redaction: No mention is made of the U.S. Northern War of Aggression (a.k.a. "Civil War") ― the epoch marking the nation's Plutocratic anointment and the arguable roots of its ravenous rapaciousness ― the literal trillion$ continuously "lost" in "known unknown" military "black budgets"; the correlation of the usury banking system to the creation of non-existent money from nothing―coming at the direct expense of proletariat livelihood; the inherently cyclical, prosperity-to-poverty, roller coaster nature the unbridled model of capitalism said system's proponents protect with the fervour of martyrs; AIPAC(!)... etc..

For mine, if there is one trenchant take-away from this film (and there IS more than one), it's the rather perfunctory reality of the purchasing power of "the rich" ― exampled with respect to pillows(!): Even the billionaire buys only one pillow ― and if their socio-economic station comes at the immolation of "middle class" ― their 'pillow-purchasing- power', alone, will not fill the void created in market-demand for pillows. What ensues from here, requires no pay-to-learn, economic Ph.D paper planes for one extrapolate...

'Inequality for All' is essential viewing for anyone who is interested in understanding why society is the way it is, the direction it is careening in as a result, and the fiscal predicament (or preëminence) they may find themselves in. A excellent addendum to one's economic edification.

{¹GREED}
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Wonder Woman (2017)
3/10
Woeful Woman
17 July 2017
To quote a popular Internet Age meme: WHAT THE F*** DID I JUST WATCH?! More pertinently: WHY IS THIS FILM BEING (i) SHILLED FOR, AND (ii) WHY DOES IT GARNER AVERAGE SCORES IN THE HIGH 7's HERE AT IMDb AND 90%+ AT RT...?!

I never before thought much of the whole "feminazi" or "SJW" conspiratorial take on how social engineering is said to be taking place―through the agency of entertainment, its content and subsequent promotion. However, 'Wonder Woman' has caused this reviewer to stop and take pause. For this film is one, woeful pile of garbage (even in the context of a comic book schlock), that should be given a Razzie for its crimes against the filmic medium; not garner ridiculously unwarranted praise.

From its horrid casting and barely passable acting (was Gal Gadot away sick during the 'acting module' of her JIDF training tenure?), to its amateurish stunt work and ensuing overuse of CGI effects―necessitated in an attempt to futilely smear over the the film's said substandard chop-socky / pew-pew sequences―Wonder Woman is one of the worst, if not THE worst comic book film I have ever had the displeasure of running afoul of.

From go to wow, the film is an aural and visual 'turd de faeces'. There is so little to redeem a film like this, that one must wonder what was going through the minds of those who crafted it: Did they watch the dailies? Did the actors have any input in the creative process, whatsoever? Was it all "green screened"...? Surely this was all filmed blind... blind drunk, that is!

Even for those pushing the film as an empowering vehicle for female actors ― they have very little to grasp at here. The male "co-star" (Chris Pine) is given the bulk of the film's der-dumb dialogue; thus, insultingly relegating the titular character to playing second fiddle. So much so, in fact, that for most part, Gadot's role arguably fails the very 'Bechdel test' the film (and those who champion it) strove to emancipate the yoke of. Of course, this must all be tempered with what the director and screen-writers had at their disposal (with respect to acting clout), which was patently very, very little (*assuming the drivel was not all spouted ad libitum ― a suggestion not as fanciful as it might normally seem).

In short: The dialogue was stilted. The interactions wooden. Obligatory "love" sceNE (*singular), ham-fistedly shoehorned and cringe-worthy to bear. Little character development to speak of. Barely a thread of connection was established between viewer and the characters they were meant to invest in. The acting was sub par, at best... A literal failure on every, objective, filmic measure. Even rusted-on Wonder Woman fans would struggle to find tenable arguments for the existence of this film, in the egregious form that it has been rendered.

I normally do not write reviews for films of this shabby stock--in any capacity. However, given the hubbub surrounding 'Wonder Woman' and its association with "the women's movement", I felt compelled to throw my 2¢ worth into this well of bubbling, fetid waste. For I feel we must speak out against blatant shilling for that which patently does not deserve it on merit; and we must fight against the inclination to 'grade on a curve', that has gripped our societies since the advent of the Internet.

Moreover, the 'process factory' structure that the industry applies to the production of films in this genre, all but guarantees one schlock after another. These films are clearly produced only to make money. As such ― given money inherently corrupts all that it comes into contact with ― the end results are fait accompli. This is not a propitious philosophical model, nor a mindset anyone should advocate for.

This race to the bottom, which we are embarked upon, does a disservice, not only to the art form, but also to wider culture and society.

Wonder Woman is not the female-helmed comic book film you were looking for. Move on.
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7/10
Psychoanalysing Responsibility
11 July 2017
This film is a psychological vivisection clad in a documentary veil. It confronts a ubiquitous human frailty that becomes exposed when one is tasked with the ownership of one's actions.

The infamous book in question is immaterial; insofar as it only works to draw viewers to a film that would otherwise be predicated upon a nonentity author ― a man who even 95% of those that have actually read The Anarchist Cookbook, would likely not know by name. The real nub of this piece is in the laying bare of a man who―by all indications―has shirked reconciliation of and contrition for the reverberations his teenage, hubris-fuelled 'musings' played a significant role in.

As cited by other reviewers here (*particularly correlating to the inordinately dismissive, scathing and objectively unjust, low review scores; précis that read as though compiled through gritted teeth and largely riding piqued personal bias and emotion), the interviewer is, at times, prying in his examination of Powell's motivations for writing his book; his apparent lack of (for most part) compunction; and his persistent prevarication―relating to the horrors his instructional prose has (in a technical and instructional sense) unarguably contributed to.

However, this pressing interviewing style actually worked well, in the context of what the documentary-maker seemed to be striving for ― i.e., to coax an admission (or some element of guilt) pertaining to the vicarious, inimical and abetting effects of what marked the claim to infamy for this conflicted pedagogue ― a tragically ironic (karmic?) vocational twist, in and of itself. The final scene I found particularly cogent, in how it accentuated the man's inner tumult and―to the very end―his inability to even know how to, let alone find closure. His death (shortly after filming) ― leaving his introspective ambivalence / denial forever in 'limbo' ― imbued the film with additional gravitas. Lastly, the juxtaposition of his comparatively more amenable and forthright wife, also served nicely to underscore Powell's foibles.

For an examination of the human condition, and as an example of the eternal struggle for this organism to avow commensurate responsibility for its actions, this is an excellent exposé. For budding anarchists and disestablishmentarians, the film will likely come across as somewhat heavy-handed and accusatory ― elements which I genuinely feel were not the director's intentions, nor were his methods translated to screen as such... Objectively speaking, that is.
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