A real contender for the most singularly original comedy ever released by a major studio; There's no precedent for what Jerry does here. In interviews, he'll talk about Chaplin and Stan Laurel and Harry Ritz and lots of other comic influences, but there's not a flourish, a single take, that I can cite as homage or imitation. The direction is like nothing Keaton or Tati or anyone ever imagined.
If anything, The Ladies Man has a lot more to do…
Leave it to boomers to dumb it all down to “fuck you, dad!” In this case, “dad” is Pete Seeger, a leftist acoustic folk singer, and the guy flipping him off is wayward youth, “Bobby” Dylan. Mangold and Jay Cocks basically turn Dylan’s arrival in the 1960s New York folk scene into Footloose. A Complete Unknown dumbs down everything it touches. It turns Johnny Cash into an apolitical Elvis caricature, Joan Baez into a pop phony, and Black blues musicians are all…
Dredd walks away from 150 dead civilians and drug dealers, multiple bodies mutilated, tortured, and thrown off 80-story balconies, massive property damage, psychic sexual abuse, blown-off hands, gory eye-gouges, and four cop executions.
Chief Judge: "So, what happened in there?”
Dredd: "Drug bust."
idk who I feel worse for, the professional heels who forced themselves to hate barbie for their incel audience, or the disappointed ppl who sigh bc gerwig’s barbie didn’t take down mattel’s barbie empire and just helped the corporate ogre sell more toys.
to the former, I say, relax, you know the patriarchy is still here when ryan gosling can steal a movie called barbie.
to the latter, i say, take it from a gen xr, all you can do is deconstruct…
