I have never simultaneously hated and loved something so much. Sucker Punch. All ideologies in it nullify each other. The blaxploitation film of today. Literally like being in a video game. Saw it on Imax, if on anything else would have immediately fallen asleep. Cinematography perhaps the most effective ever. Literally. Literally felt like I was on heavy duty drugs. Literally. It was like having sex with the girl of your dreams and waking up the next morning to find out she has given you AIDS. Porn. A women’s rights film that caters to male fantasy. The director must be the most pathetic insecure man-child in the entire world. Perfect cinematography. Basically no story, just an excuse to have stunning visuals. Stunning. On the opening of a video game fantasy, extreme closeup on chick opening her eyes, thought I might come in my pants. It is totally a childhood fantasy reminiscent of the opening of Toy Story 3. This is the essence of all film: escapism; people who have shitty jobs and have bypassed their individual talents, sacrificed all for money and family and stability and sex and what they think they should be. This movie gives us people hope, yet it also tells us to stay in, keep doing all that corporate suicide esoterica. Visual dubstep. New age Rock n’ Roll. Video game aesthetic, perfect manipulation all the time. Feel like I’ve been raped. Walking out of the movie, surrounded by Universal City, I am awed by reality, my body. Yet it’s Universal City, a theme park. In the parking garage seeing the yellow lines rolled onto the floor, perfect from afar yet rough up close, my brain shut off. Everything I hate in movies, yet so completely thrilling—is this ok? Almost nothing human about this, begins immediately falling apart as soon as people start talking, dialogue, crying, etc. Yet I don’t believe this movie, this kind of excitement exists in daily life, is the basis of daily life, yet we are bored with it because there is no story—like this movie. In that sense, this is a Realist epic. Yet also draws from every other genre/subgenre-ette ever. Ah. This is a jumble. Like the movie. Movie completely inspiring yet hate it—am I rejecting myself? Is this morals? I don’t believe in that shit though, I think one should put emotions and honesty and first instincts above everything else, passion. Yet is that worth anything? This movie is all passion, no intellect, yet because I am a film student, this movie also became all intellect, and it is masterfully crafted. This movie is everything, this movie is nothing. I feel like I am forgetting to say everything, can’t translate the experience of the movie into words. I haven’t felt this inspired and this angry/dead coming out of a film in a long time. This is like a skiing and music high right now. Blahhhh. Ahhhh. And now I’ll try to sleep, regain reality. The film ends with a voice over epilogue, trying to give us hope: ‘you have the tools to fight back’ or something. True. Not true. So hopeful. So depressing. Flip flop.
And now I’ll try to go to sleep. But should I edit this or leave it completely raw? Instinct or intellectualize? Purity vs. refinement? Ahhhhhh. HAHA, stop talking to yourself in post modern way, Drew hates that. Fascination with the freakish, disgusting, that’s what it’s all about. I want everybody to see this movie. I want to burn every copy of this movie in existence, along with every film ever made.
The most visionary piece of shit ever.