Let us define plot. We have defined a story as a narrative of events arranged in their time-sequence. A plot is also a narrative of events, the emphasis falling on causality. “The king died, and then the queen died” is a story. “The king died, and then the queen died of grief” is a plot. — E.M. Forster
Essentially plotless in the Forsterian sense, Bambi is little more than a tone poem with just enough interludes to keep most audiences from…
Top Gun is a film immune to criticism, an American institution about which anything you (or I) can say — its misogyny, its oft-touted homosexual subtext, its daddy issues, its cynically contrived blockbuster machinations, its slick fast-food watchability, the simple creepy Tom Cruise-iness of it all — is at this point utterly beside the point. If you enjoy the sorts of things Top Gun offers, then Top Gun is the sort of Top Gun you would enjoy. Maybe you like…
I can’t help but admire the commitment to the bit. This movie might go to 12.
An entire movie of “We’ll fix it in post.” Shallow. Pointless. I bailed at the midpoint clichéd deus-ex-machine plot twist.
If this movie could suck its own dick, it would. At least that would be interesting. Instead this is just a strained, contorted mess that shows its whole hairy ass.
