Showing posts with label Tim Miller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tim Miller. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Terminator: Dark Fate

Liked the new Terminator film.

I was surprised in the opening moments to see a beloved character shot down, and would have been angrier if that had happened much earlier, say in the 1990s, and then thought the initial terminator battle which followed was too textbook, too hasty, but after things settled down and the new parameters became clear, clearer, it took on a life of its own, and at times, seriously impressed.

I admit that I love Rise of the Machines, as I mentioned several times years ago, and Salvation isn't that bad either, although I'm not too fond of Genisys anymore.

I was partial to seeing John Connor chaotically embrace his messianic future, I suppose because it's cool to see the same characters reimagined in successive sequels, even if improbability ridiculously assails strict logic thereby, but that's the trick then, certainly, isn't it?, to make the impossible seem reasonably sound?

Rise of the Machines embraces the ridiculous aspect of reasonable improbabilities and perhaps therefore seems farcical to some, insufficiently serious in fact, lacking sombre and solemn composure.

Although I still think it does a great job of bringing Connor and Kate Brewster together, Arnold Schwarzenegger encouraging reluctant pair bonding, and as far as romantic-comedy-action-sci-fi goes, I can't think of another film that even remotely compares.

But Dark Fate works in the classic Terminator revelations well, the moments when its characters suddenly find themselves subsumed by ludicrous fact, reliant on a team they've never met before, and a plan laid out like a derelict jazz solo.

It did seem illogical that John Connor could be the only one to save the future, that no one else would rise up if he fell, especially considering how eager so many are to assert themselves, against all odds, in oppressive circumstances.

Thus, alternative computations perhaps make more sense than Highlander reckonings, uncharted territory reinvigorating discovery, a traditional plot realigned and recalibrated, repopulated with narrative variation.

It's nice to see Sarah Connor (Linda Hamilton) back at it. She adds a lot of depth and hasn't missed a beat.

Plus the new characters define themselves well.

Mr. Schwarzenegger lightens the mood.

And is reintroduced with paramount timing.

I suppose it's tough to diversify these films without setting them in the future like Salvation, as long as a terminator travels through time to hunt, and a future leader awaits unaware.

But if you want to keep things solemn while blending in a slight comedic touch, Dark Fate provides a noteworthy template, the dam doesn't burst, humanity fights back, and don't forget the convincing revelation scenes.

Tim Miller and his crew clearly care about the characters and sought to deliver a cool film for its fans.

Theatre troops have been performing Hamlet for centuries.

Working in contemporary themes.

Or reimagining historical authenticity.

As artificial intelligence becomes more prominent, don't Terminator films become more relevant?

So much time wasted in paranoid conflict.

Why isn't it clear there can be more than one?

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Deadpool

Hardboiled athletic inviolable calamity constantly exercising rapid-fire witticisms with endearingly abrasive inextinguishable charm, living by the sword sin substantia erratum, he lives, he fights, he finds loves, and pain, yet his terminal illness miraculously finds a cure which leaves him scarred yet invincible, still unable to overcome humbling squeamish demobilizing conjecture, he leaves his love behind, to vainly hunt down his creator.

Appearances, cultivated but not necessary if a relationship is anchored in golden tangible incontrovertible truth, true love elevating Deadpool (Ryan Reynolds) and Vanessa (Morena Baccarin), Deadpool and Zoolander 2 playfully released the same weekend.

Both of them led hard lives prior to the activation of Deadpool's mutant genes, expediently wielding their constituent strengths with irascible conviction, defiantly defending alternative virtuous conceptions, fortune having brought them together only to precipitously tear them apart.

It really is as tragic as all that if you feel, if you love.

With the best opening credits I've seen since The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, Deadpool presents the cockiest brazen celebratory elevation of trash talk possibly ever written, I can't think of another film where the überconfident insults cacklingly flow with such explicit potency, anyways, with very few misses, undeniable irreverent spirituality.

Written by Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick.

The rest of it's solid as well, a strong love story, variable minor characters skilfully moving the plot in different directions, or just hilariously commenting, convincing villains, unexpected captivating situations, a dialogue with the audience that takes the edge off while matriculating the absurdity, Ryan Reynolds doing what he does best with impeccably grizzled exuberant confidence.

With necessitated risk at heart.

Fiesty stability.

Forgot to mention that all the Marvel films aren't made by the same studio.

Whatevs.

The precision of the action scenes is on par with the best hyperkinetic films released in recent years.

May prefer Deadpool to Guardians of the Galaxy.

So romantic.