The worst thing you can do when making a film like this is make it unrealistic. I'm no expert, but this would have been a lot scarier and more compelling if the characters participating behaved as their well-trained real world counterparts actually would: without thinking. Likely, without hesitation.
Don't listen to me, though - I'm still the motherfucker that thinks movies like this should have no soundtrack.
I was 13 when this movie released and completely forgot until last night how much it affected me. I must have seen it with my mother and stepfather.
there are sequences I somehow knew in detail as it went along having seen it only thrice. I'm going to further assume that this special stimulus must have been singularly from the degree to which the movie was hitting those two adults aside me - there's no way I followed the plot.…
Perhaps the single least reflectory documentary film I’ve ever seen, largely, yes, because its core subject matter begs so deafeningly for reflection.
No new information or insights, just dramatization of an event that has never needed further emotional amplification for its own sake.
I think what I’m actually saying here: this is a propaganda film by any definition I understand, though it’s always nice to check on my best Pal Georgino.
I was not allowed to watch the Austin Powers movies as a kid, but I'd hated every clip I'd ever seen of it. Then, in 2018, a stripper told me I looked like Austin Powers, which - in the moment - meant absolutely nothing to me, so I thanked her.
When she texted me a month later, I released my full wrath, in fractured vanity. It's not funny or cute. My only revenge will be to give this film as low a rating as I possibly can.
