Maybe the real theater of cruelty was the bureaucracy we met along the way.
The unflinching reality of the whole thing makes it a tough sit, especially since Diop’s competency as a filmmaker in tandem with Amrita David’s editing really emphasizes the kafkaesque brutality of the situation.
Incredible film and extremely my type of movie. The colors are dazzling, the acting style is effectively caricatured, and the writing is sharp and reverent to the original in its own twisted way.
An inherently sadistic and regressive film that is essentially an argument in favor of punishing ambitious women. Its ideological center is almost as corrosive as the festered racism at the core of Requiem for a Dream. Plus, it’s obnoxiously derivative: Michael Haneke already tackled similar subject matter in a much more meaningful—and far less misogynistic—film, 2001’s The Piano Teacher.
People rating Suicide Squad any higher than one-and-a-half stars are merely pissed at the critical savagery (rightly) directed at it. Here's the thing though, joke's on them—because the film is corporatized drivel at its least compelling. This is the stuff Harmony Korine's (much more intriguing and culturally significant film) Spring Breakers aims to satirize. Thinking any more about this spotty sculpture of neon green diarrhea and the cultural genocide it represents would literally be a waste of my time. If you must subject yourself to it, understand you'll be slightly dumber for having done so.
