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Please note that we moderate comments to ensure the conversation remains topically relevant. We appreciate well-informed comments and welcome your criticism and insight. Please be civil and avoid name-calling and ad hominem remarks. Your name. And should we be worried that this film is accurately predicting our future? Idiocracy manages to have a sense of humour about the potential bleakness of our shared stupidity-induced future. All these years later, this small film is still causing a stir.
Joe Luke Wilson is an average guy, put into stasis as part of a scientific experiment. When the experiment is cancelled, he is forgotten and left in stasis, waking up accidentally years in the future. The future is a bleak one, where the average IQ of the world is worryingly low. Sorry to disagree with you Matt, but I actually always thought Judge was being satirical.
The rich vs poor set-up is again a deliberate choice, highlighting the prejudiced views of both ends of the economical spectrum. Novak claims that the film makes an unhealthy link between wealth and intelligence, but like many satirical films, it uses stereotypes to highlight the issues with that kind of thinking. A few lines of raspy Man with No Name narration, coupled with a superbly bleak establishing shot from cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle, are all the generosity afforded by the filmmakers toward understanding this world before it unleashes chase sequences and bursting heads.
Apology accepted. Okja is the finest of the super-pigs, raised by a Korean farmer Byun Hee-bong and his granddaughter Mija Ahn Seo-hyun , an orphan. Bong takes his sweet time with this idyllic life Mija and Okja share.
The narrative slows down to observe what feels like a Miyazaki fantasy come to life. The grandfather has been lying to Mija, telling her he has saved money to buy Okja from the Mirando corporation. There is no buying this pig; it is to be a promotional star for the enterprise. It is there he tells her the truth. The director works with an ace crew frontlined by one of our greatest living cinematographers, Darius Khondji, who composes every frame of Okja with vibrant virtuosity.
The very action of the film becomes action that is concerned with its own ethics. As the caricatures of certain characters loom larger, and the scope of the film stretches more and more into the borderline surreal, one realizes that the Okja is a modern, moral fable.
The answers Okja reaches are simple and vital, and without really speaking them it helps you hear those answers for yourself because it has asked all the right questions, and it has asked them in a way that is intensely engaging.
In order to pursue his ambitious career dreams, Vincent seeks help from a DNA broker and assumes a new, genetically superior identity. Archetypal in construction, the film uses a beautiful orchestral score by veteran composer Michael Nyman The Piano to evoke an atmosphere that both melancholic and reflective, layered over impeccable production design. Resembling a sort of campy take on highway patrolmen think the Village People, except with way less singing spliced with G.
It may be a point of triumph for our protagonist, but in perhaps the most subtle thematic move the director has ever made, Lucas is implying that even the organic characters in THX are mere tools for a higher power.
Dick novel to follow Bob Arctor Keanu Reeves as an undercover detective who becomes an addict, the drug splitting his personality into two. Those bugs? Accordingly, RDJ and Harrelson are not actors who deal in stillness, constantly moving, always some nervous twitch displaying some desperate itch that begs to be scratched. In the far-flung future of , 30 is the new And even if you make it past the human assassins, you could still wind up face-to-chrome grill with Box, the magnificently melodramatic robot who ran out of fish!
And plankton! And sea greens! And protein from the sea! My birds! My birds!! At minutes, Days of Future Past is filled to near bursting as its enormous cast scrambles through the vagaries of its time travel paradox-rich design, and Singer threads the needle with such apparent effortlessness in stitching it all together, the seams are practically invisible.
It may not be as showy as telekinesis or plasma-laser eyes, but his is an uncanny gift nevertheless. The more we become connected, the more any sense of personal privacy completely evaporates.
In Videodrome , maybe more saliently than in any of his other films, Cronenberg squeezes the ordeals of the slumbering mind like toothpaste from the tube into the disgusting light of day, unable to push them back in.
Long live the new flesh—because the old can no longer hold us together. Cannibalism is usually such an intimate affair. Make Room! From here, the movie riffs on the expected beats of the dystopic thriller in ways that are pretty joyful.
Populated with clones, Siamese twins, trained circus fleas and a Cyborg cult called the Cyclops, this steampunk fever dream has plenty for fans of Terry Gilliam and Michel Gondry. There is a massive world, a solar system, orbiting this wretched city—so overblown that San Diego is now a literal giant dump for New L. I don't know how Fox could afford to sacrifice "Idiocracy," given how few genuinely good comedies there are these days.
It's a bad time for comedy. So much for signs of intelligence in the Hollywood community. Bizarre the way the studio handled this. It's getting the direct-to-DVD treatment ina few weeks. The film definitely would have been handled differently if a Carrey or Carrell were attached to it.
Great comedy! I saw this movie years ago on DVD and loved its comic depiction of the average American as being hopelessly stupid.
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