“hey, you think i like this? or them? they’re boring creeps. they don’t call ‘em walking dead for nothing. try talking to one of them sometime!”
“i am.”
what’s it with 80s movies that are mostly a genre-typical romp with fun dynamics except that one scene that’s surprisingly tender in its expression of love and friendship before the rest returns to form?
more interesting in its execution than teen beach movie but fumbles immensely on the topic of race and the language used in the latter part of the movie. toby maguire is perfectly cast, i don’t know what they were feeding him but he fits the 50s teen visual profile perfectly. the best moments capture something really genuine and meaningful, and some even seem to pay sincere homage to the acting style of the time instead of just corny satire.
can’t believe they nerfed jennifer with that love filter. she was too slayful for this world
the taste of mcu throughout this movie is like the first suck of a sour patch watermelon where it’s just citric acid scratching the roof of your mouth, before you get to the good stuff… but you do get to the good stuff.
what sets this apart from all the other shit the mcu has been churning out—and even from the handful of good things that have come of it—is that it’s not just a superhero movie. for better or…
