I don’t usually do the whole, reviewing a movie before it comes out, thing. But considering that A) Blood Meridian is my favorite novel of all time, and B) this movie is never fucking coming out. I think it is warranted.
Anyways here’s why Blood Meridian, at best should not, and arguably could not be adapted into a visual medium.
Blood Meridian — as well as most of the works of Cormac McCarthy — are inseparable from the language used.…
So self indulgent, so self masterbaitory, quotations and notions, contemporary Shakespeare, violent absurdity, nihilistic Americana.
Its like watching a spoiled little kid demand to eat dessert before dinner, and whenever you try to tell him off he shouts a racial slur at you.
Feet and fatalism
I love Pulp Fiction so much I don’t even care that it’s kind of ass. A flick made for an audience of one. Tarantino’s ilk is all over it and the every second of…
Patrick McHale being unable to form a single coherent sentence about the thing he wrote is the funniest and most relatable thing I’ve ever seen
“A place few have seen,” okay calm down, 300,000 logs ain’t nothing to scoff at
