Bruising through immigration hassles is not the best way to spends years of your life. Humour, then, is what’s needed to keep your head in the game when trying to make it off a Nauru-like plane of existence.
The cycle of violence against Uncle Bens stops here. They don’t even drop the father-figure in a flashback. The world moves on with the fact that enough people know what that backstory is. Peter Parker has enough angst and failing to not always loom over a dead body.
Survival after graduation depends a lot on how much of a safe space the books and lecture halls have weakened the muscles from being in open air. There among the filth of society we walk and wonder what kind of things are going on in other people’s heads.
Getting on the ground of miserable is life. That struggle of the normal, everyday drudge coughing up gristle with a crick in the neck from slumming it in the car overnight. An exercise in exhaustion. The expense of which cashes out when Wolverine brings it back and away from the world of one-upping a world levelling event down to a personal note.
Kamar-Taj offers no direct flights. It’s by way of a trek and then again that feeling of thirst and wondering where the toilets are. You’ll always find something to read no matter where you are on Earth. (Glyphs are glyphs.) Even if it means not being able to talk with the locals.
The X-Men are an allegory for their times. In the sixties it was all about the heat of civil rights. AIDS in the eighties. Today, their story tackles a new, important issue. In these adventures with Apocalypse they shed light on the bristling experiences of a new share-economy.
Starts off with a single person. And then they find a friend in a not dissimilar situation. And they’re both out cold. When they come to someone else has joined the party. Soon enough it’s a jamboree of living it up, chasing dragons and ghosts and be damned the consequences. Everyone’s opening up veins now.
The fun in destroying part of the suburbs is a scant sheen on what ends up being a brief dialogue on the issues of gender discrimination and working against the juicy allure of recidivism. Ant-Man's size represents the scale of disparity minorities face.
Dissecting the world of tyrants and their neck-throttling grip on power is what you would expect from sitting down to watch an emotional film structured around memory and growing up, as recalled by Pixar.
On the surface, the latest iteration of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is a blatant callout against big pharma. Corporations shovelling meds and pharmaceuticals down our throats and up urethras for diseases and ailments they’ve created or are squeezing through patents.
With the Israeli–Palestinian conflict flaring up again, it's nice to be able to escape into a film instead about a broken peace treaty and a centuries long war between two peoples.
Long luscious pans of the back of Spider-Man's new costume, with fabric rippling from the wind as he sails down into the streets between the skyscrapers. A goofy, irreverent take on the bedlam. A Spidey that's true to his comic book persona. And then they kind of ramrod the rest of the movie.