We’ve all seen the images. The big ones this film puts onscreen, even some of the ones it kinda deliberately tries to edit around in favour of different angles on the same material. Which is kinda wild by the way, they’re on the fucking moon and they set up multiple angles.
I’ve spent the past half hour trying to work myself down into a mood in which i feel I can write this. Miami Vice might just be too Mann for me.
Nine episodes in and it seems like things have finally settled down into a good rhythm, although I’m assured by reputation that it’ll be shaken up before too long.
I guess the ultimate irony of that title is throughout the whole of this movie the guys that we spend so much time staring at don’t actually do any good work at all.
I rather like it when things are this juvenile. I guess it’s the first of his films where he’s not a credited writer (though undoubtedly he had some hand in it). Mann nudges it towards his own space by making everything a half point more extreme than it quite needed to be.
A couple of my theatre friends are performing in an upcoming adaptation of The Yellow Wallpaper so I guess I’ve been thinking about that short story a lot.
Marvel have done a good job with Tom Holland. I guess given the age of most of the actors they work with (and the fact that many have been in the stable for approaching ten years) their characters tend to feel like uncles, even when they’re not sharing scenes with kids.
I don’t know why the insult ‘basic’ is pretty much exclusively levelled at young women when you can be an old man and write this fucking shit. I mean, I do, misogyny, but goddamn this some real boomer type trash.
Maybe this wouldn’t hit so hard if in my second year of university I didn’t live with a dude who was basically Boni. Like, it’s uncanny.
I guess I probably had the same arc with Ali that most probably did. The first half hour got me thinking that damn, I should retrospectively downgrade my opinion on Mann’s other work given that we see what he’s doing here.