I sat through it even though I knew within minutes that I didn't want to be there watching the oversized ape smash helicopters in a low-rent Apocalypse Now riff.
There are many that loved this film for its excess. I wanted to carpet burn my face off. Jordan Vogt-Roberts' film isn't a film in any traditional sense. Well, it is not one that conforms to the tenets of plot or character development.
I had planned to discuss this at length. I have a germinating theory of modern blockbuster spectacles that takes in the irrelevance of points of audience identification, or narrative, or expression of the human experience. It umbrellas the fact that we don't need to see actors act (reacting is enough), that action no longer needs weight or consequence, that cultural references only need to be present, not explored (or coherent).
But the ideas that fire inside the cinema when confronted with a clusterfuck of this magnitude need something to hang on when the offending images aren't around to anger. At the moment, released from its dubious thrall, I can't be fucked.
This'll be a franchise so there will be many more opportunities.
★★
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