The cinematic equivalent of Trump and Brexit as awfulness brought upon ourselves. Incoherent and cheap-looking. There are no heroes, and everything is broken.
Everything about this joyful, sincere origin story feels like a retort — a very welcome and much needed one — to traditional male-centered superhero stories.
Like a movie from the world of Watchmen: cold, cruel, borderline incoherent in its testosterone-fueled rage, misogynist, paternalistic… fascist, even.
Eva Green stalks this movie with pride and honor, and is almost the only thing worth watching amidst frenetic CGI battles and endless ancient carnage.
…though the trailer is hoping you won’t notice that.
If you weren’t following me on Twitter and Facebook yesterday, you may have missed my last-minute notices about my appearance on BBC Radio 4 yesterday morning. But you can listen online now.
I Am Legend foresaw way back in 2007 that this would be happening…
Towers with ambition, swelled by sweeping philosophies about power and presence on scales both planetary and personal, beautifully balanced by a wellspring of wry tragedy.
My choice: Midnight Kessel Run…
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