Movie buff.
EoE is, and forever shall be, the GOAT of cinematic expression. The rest is open to change depending on mood and season.
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So much of its fame is centered around the central transformation/fusion process and its disgusting, goopy realisation via god-tier practical effects and make-up, to the point you might think a good deal of this is really just voyeuristic gawking, but ofc Cronenberg is far too much of an intellectual to ever go down such easy, and for him cheap, routes; there’s probably been quite a few people watching this hoping for simple and constant thrills and instead being forcibly locked…
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The closest any Bong movie that isn’t Mickey 17 has got to being Mickey 17. But not only would I say this still rocks, but more than that, I’d say a lot of it makes Bong's newest even worse in retrospect; this and Snowpiercer were the kind of primarily English-language movies he was actually making! Both well-made, effective, coherent, interesting, with Snowpiercer being explicitly anti-capitalist and making the argument that the system should all be blown up; this is just…
Like a film student trying to make a respectable arthouse movie with hope of recognition, choosing a black-and-white color scheme, foggy cinematography, a brutal historical dictator, an interesting premise, and doing a painfully toothless, unfunny, boring "satire" with absolutely nothing to say about not only its protagonist, his legacy, actions, reasons, character, etc, but also any wider theme that could be extracted from his life in a fictional work. Shallow and pointless.
Absolutely crushing to give this type of rating to not only a Bong film, but a Bong film starring Robert Pattinson in *two* roles and with what you'd think is a premise basically created for discussions of bodies as labor commodity in capitalism. But while Pattinson once again gives a wonderful, magnificent performance and there's a few other things to like as well (like how well Ruffalo and Collette fall under the broad satirical umbrella of basically any gauche purity-obsessed…